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.
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