Thursday, September 11, 2014
Loneliness is not that bad.
You can count your breaths.
You can count on your violin existence.
You can be your thoughtful companion.
You can think deeply of many others
who may never bother to think of you.
You may find so many things in them,
that they may never find in themselves.
Loneliness is a great chance.
You can carry out some pathological tests
on your trotting mind to calm languor.
You can clone your senile self.
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Topic(s) of this poem: life