Bliss of Solitude

I was capturing the yonder skies, when hath my belittled soul slowly dies; THrough the time I've crept, Solitude is the matter ,I've kept; I was a colourless leaf slowly dying, I was all alone and crying. THEN my heart SPOKE, For this world,Thou are a joke; the more lonely, Are you, The more brainly are you; can not you get bliss, Whatever state you call this. push the throttle into the sky, your heart may,but never shall brain cry; With wonderous and awakening strength, you smile with bliss,till last breath; nor a friend's gratitude,nor an enemy's attitude, what thou hath is BLISS OF SOLITUDE.