(Written on 30.10.93)
In the wild storms of crowd
In the desert of loneliness
It enhances your attitude
The beauty of solitude
When the summer heat burns your heart and mind
The snowy winters, bring back memories
When it spreads its fragrant interlude
Yes, the beauty of solitude
Left alone in a shady corner
Time does not wait for the mourner
Amidst hope and desire crude
Shines the beauty of solitude
When the lonely heart cries
The mind is helpless, oh! How hard it tries
The swinging in solemn gratitude
Flows the air of solitude
When people deceive you
Death brings grief too
When sympathy sounds rude
That is when you know the beauty of solitude.
About Me
- The Speaking Wood
- Welcome, to the humble abode of the Speaking Wood. I am not going to impart any wisdom, I am not going to tell you the best ways to live; what you should and should not do ...but if you rest here for a while, read what I write, and if it gives you strength, makes you smile, makes it easy, makes you feel lighter, gives you some clarity, helps you in any way; then I would have achieved my purpose. If what you read gives you a thought that is worthwhile, then do leave your footprints, so I know it did, thank you - The Speaking Wood!
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