A Tryst With Solitude Poem by Smithesh Sasi

I am sitting in my room with solitude

I can see the rose through the window

It is pale as a corpse

It forgets to smile



The garden is draped with silence

I can see the birds through the window

The songs fly away from them

They fail to sing



The town is deserted with fear

I can see the dead market through the window

There is no sign of life

No one is there to even mourn



My love stands with a glass of vine

I can see her through the window

I long to kiss her

But the mask……



Solitude starts to grow

It pushed me to a corner of the room

I see my bier at the beach

I pushed down solitude with all my strength



The rose smiles at me

The birds sing for me

The town resurrects to please me

My love kisses me



I am sitting in my room

I read I listen to music, I speak to my pals

Solitude is not there

It left. No, I killed it!