A. Z. M. M. Moksedul Milon
Of Solitude - Poem by A. Z. M. M. Moksedul Milon
The whole world is a lunatic asylum,
All human beings are insane;
I know this world is not mine,
Neither am I fallen.
I bathe in the sea of silence,
I surf on the murmuring waves;
I enjoy the jingling pebbles,
I sunbathe on the shining shore.
I listen to the twitter of loneliness,
I keep gazing at the fallen feathers;
I write lines of melancholy,
I enjoy all heavenly fruits.
My solitude is my heaven,
This world is not mine, neither am I fallen.
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