Solitude

Left to delve deep in penitence filled plight, The soul is apt to often find alone, Grey clouds as grow darker in sunless night, And thoughts get gloomy like a grey tombstone, For, grave moments of life are lived to moan, Mute does a soul muse like a lone milestone. Being alone need be no loneliness, A crowd as is not much of company, Nor company can spell journey's success, And journey of life is essayed lonely Amidst huge crowd in sublime solitude That in course of time begins to feel good. Alone comes every soul, alone doth pass Like a dew-drop, alone must shine on grass. _____________________________________________ Shadows lengthen, day as prepares to depart in the evening. On the eve of life solitude in the same way grows to deepen. _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 03.08.09 |