Solitude

You may think I am cornered And forced to feel lonely But it works for me very well I am sent to see how things go wrong Which deeds the race of man should not have done And which kind a poem has not written yet In the time of my solitude, I put these type of questions And talk to myself And the answers I come up with I think they are not nonsense Many of them become a theme of my many a poem Before you talk, read them carefully Far from the crowd Live like me As no one has become a poet living in a noose of noise