Tahera Mannan Poet I do not know?

Solitude

Solitude is a blessed thing
They say
A blessed thing known to few
And like a fool
I bought it upon myself
For now I know
What immense joy it is
To hear a human voice
To feel its warmth enveloping you
On a cold sad night

Solitude a blessed thing
The falsitude of which I felt
When in pain
I wanted a dear one
To hold my hand
To soothe my brow
To sit on the chair beside me

Coming home after work
Tired and weary
Knowing that there would only be
Solitude
To share my days events
Solitude
To share a bowl of popcorn
In front of the TV
Solitude
To go  to bed with me at night.

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Wilma Neels June 3, 2010 at 4:44 AM Solitude, can be fun but not always.. Enjoyed the write - rgds WN ..

Jod!E Quintero June 3, 2010 at 4:39 AM Excellent creative way to relay the feelings of solitude...sometimes we need to embrace it. Thank you for sharing-Jodie