(Core idea from a Bengali prose by an anonymous writer)
I know not how to get one, yet
My dream now, is to own a hill,
...
Oh Solitude
Oh Solitude
My solitude, I enjoy thee,
It’s only you I have with me.
There was a time I hated you,
Like a deadly malady,
You weighed me down with thousand tons,
I was stuck in a dark alley.
Time, the healer, pulled me out
With layers and layers of soothing balm,
It taught me to enjoy thee,
It taught me to enjoy calm.
I learnt to open up the cave,
I learnt the trick to keep busy,
I sing aloud and out of tune,
My own priceless melody.
No one waits for me at home,
A fact that I do enjoy,
With no one in the vicinity,
My thought is my only ploy.
I care a damn if no one comes,
I have no use for the phone,
My seclusion, I love you thee,
You are my best possession.
In my own sunset-cocoon,
That I have now built for me,
Oh Solitude, You reside there,
I truly, truly enjoy thee.
14 Aug 2015