Solace In Solitude Poem by ashok jadhav

I step away from noise and crowded sound,
Where hurried voices blur the shape of thought;
In quiet hours, my truest self is found,
And restless fears grow gentle, slow, and soft.
The room breathes calm, the window holds the sky,
No need for words, no masks for me to wear;
Alone, I hear the questions drift and die,
And feel a peace that grows in empty air.
Solitude is not the ache I feared,
But shelter where the weary spirit lies;
In being alone, the heart is gently cleared,
And learns its strength beneath unwatching skies.
So I remain, content within this space,
Finding in stillness, calm and quiet grace.