Loneliness Poem by Haritha Nair
Loneliness
When the winds are blowing
And the leaves are rustling,
Sits a lonely near the window-pane,
In that temple of nostalgia where the forces lean.
There is mocking,
There is pungence,
There is chirping,
There is vengeance.
But something seems to be silent
And someone seems to be violent
From deep within where the life lies
Lies the life in that someone
Only in that someone does the life lie
The life of truth, which by conveyance seems false
But false is the reality that seems to be true
Truth is the loneliness which seems to be false.
In that temple of nostalgia, mocking, pungence, chirping, vengeance. Truth is the loneliness which seems to be false. a very good potrayal of the mental state.. loneliness can be killing. but getting out of it is necessary and one should try for it by winning friends. smile, laugh.. tony
A great start with a nice poem, Haritha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/18/2024 5:52:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful rendition of words embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Haritha and do remain enriched.