Solitude makes melancholy to you
Driving the mirth from you away,
Depriving you of the worldly joys.
You get nothing though you grieve
Brooding n binding self in it's trance.
You may forgo then even a chance
To give goodness and get it in return
From the milieu, in your turn.
Loneliness dear, can be too painful
It may throng in you notions spiteful.
Voice of crow may cause irritation
It may imbibe even mal sensations,
Inspiring one to throw a stone
To drive it n it's voice far away.
Banish solitude and on you its sway.
Ratnakar D Mandlik.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem