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.
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Shadows lengthen, day as prepares to depart in the evening. On the eve of life solitude in the same way grows to deepen.
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Sonnets | 03.08.09 |
For, grave moments of life are lived to moan, Mute does a soul muse like a lone milestone. aloneness, solitude and loneliness. beautifully presented my dear Anirudhha. thank u. tony
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Member: Drtony Brahmin Comment: For, grave moments of life are lived to moan, Mute does a soul muse like a lone milestone. aloneness, solitude and loneliness. beautifully presented my dear Anirudhha. thank u. tony - - Dr Antony, you seem to be a great miner digging out nuggets of your liking like this, pearls as if from deep sea. Yet, these pearls have to be in your own esteem, not what the poet would like to call. Thanks again.