THE BLISS OF SOLITUDE

We live,

Where we, surrounded by, fellow men folk,

Who, by day and night,

Racing and raving, for worldly gains;

And, in such proneness,

Infested by, thousands ill practices;

And millions, contagious diseases,

Shaming humanity;

Damaging deadly, the human self;

Squeezing, the essence of love, and living;

With benevolent betray, and kindred astray,

Adroitly done, and dramatically designed;

By our sweet, kind and loving faces;

Deceit and doubts,

Underlie, among so called our people;

Single aim, and solo objective,

To surpass and supersede;

Burying all, learnt and taught, through times;

Into garbage, for glittering gold;

Life is less,

For binding, and bounding relations;

Into tough, and tenderly knot;

The broken hearts,

The wounds, remain widely open,

Takes huge time, in lacerating and suppurating;

Rather more, irritations occur,

And vexations formulate;

Blasting and blowing off, all bonds;

Lone and sole living,

Rather more magnificent, and magnanimous,

Beyond all bounds, and bondages,

Above all allurements, and affectations;

Saluting to self,

Than to serve, and then, severe the fellow men folks;

No affections and prejudice,

Of our owns;

And no scuffle and jealousy,

For our unknowns;

No heavy obligations, to fulfill,

No one’s dreams and desires, to achieve;

No friends and no foes,

To Beatrice the heart, betray the mind;

Beyond all doubts, and difficulties,

Owned and originated, by our darling dear ones;

Relishing, the real essence, and extracts,

Of self, satisfying ways;

Boundless boundaries, to fly free,

In Time’s horizon,

Making the world, worth living;

Big and vigorous oneness,

With deep and defiant attitude;

Making a heaven, of own kind,

With bounteous bliss of solitude.