Solitude Poem by Sanchita Julka

I saw just a glimpse of him,
Dark and handsome, noble as a king;

I saw, just a glimpse of him,
Behind a window with tinted film;

His eyes spoke of a promise,
Deeper than a lusting kiss.

I saw, just a glimpse of him
Like a fragment of a surreal dream;

I whispered softly, ‘what is thy name’?
And he signed it on the window pane,

I drew out a mirror, to reveal the truth,
His name spelled out as ‘SOLITUDE’