The loneliest man sits at the end 
of a crowded room,
His voice, a whisper, lost in the boom.
But when a friend stumbles, 
He is the first one to rise,
Giving comfort, tears blur his eyes.
The saddest man laughs hardest at jokes,
Hiding the burden of dreams that broke.
He’ll light your path with stars so bright,
While walking alone through 
the endless night.
Most broken man walks with even stride
Carrying the world, his pain put aside.
He teaches you how to stand tall,
While hiding the cracks from his fall.
The quietest man writes letters 
he’ll never mail,
Packing love in moments Where he can’t prevail.
He’ll sit beside you when words go away,
Offering presence when others won’t stay.
       

By Prutha Lawale