Solitude is bliss;
Still, why do I miss?
The time that was sweet;
Like a wonderful treat.
Words that were said;
And the lines that were read;
Hours that were spent;
I realize, all were on rent.
Laughter that ceased;
While the heart got diseased;
Was just a silent song;
That wasn't so long.
Why do I mourn?
Over days that have gone;
Like a bird that has lost;
Her wings on a flight.
Tis true what is said;
That no one would lend;
A shoulder to cry;
When you keep asking 'why? '.
So let me now learn;
The art to be stern;
And the ways to be strong;
For a life not so wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem