Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence.
In the deeply hollows of solitude,
Is a quivering pulse of convalescence.
In the sheer unconsciousness of the moment,
A tear wells in the rim of eye,
And in the sudden realization of the emotion,
Slips from the cheek into oblivion.
A poem spurs from the heart,
Rhythm breaks its ties with rhyme.
Mind slips into the uniformity, momentarily,
When a moment breaks its ties with time.
this is the first poem i read of urs...such deep introspection at this age amazes me...keep writing from the heart...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a gr8 expression......luved it.....intense........thanx a lot dost! ! !