Solitude Poem by Febin Thomas

Solitude



The world be full of men,
There be no place left for human den;
There be no place for solitude,
The world is greedy, rude and crude;
There be no place where Edison hasn't reached,
All privacy, security, quietness breached;
All the cruel evolutions,
Have brought about revolutions;
Discipline is no longer the essence,
The essence is population's presence;
All this has weakened me bones,
The world is deaf to me my groans;
At least a glimpse of silence,
A vacation from this talkative violence;
The final solution be a hanging loop rope,
At least with me solitude can cope;
Finally solitude can with me, be,
At the end I figure, thou art with thee;

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