In Solitary Poem by krishna ghimire

In solitary you left me, thinking,
I would long for your lusty world.
But I wish you knew how I'm doing,
Since I found here my true treasure.

You thought, in lonely, I miss the crowd,
And moan and crawl out there,
But I wish you saw me beneath calm cloud,
I'm dancing and rounding like a thrilled peacock.

I found my merry in melancholy,
Afar from the bursting band's fairs,
Down the countryside near my yawning,
Where my heavenly home built so higher.