Solitude Poem by Rishabh Mishra

As silence is in ‘ts leisure,
The whole surround has a great measure.
Solutions to bedlams are paid,
Ardour thoughts of love are laid.
Fardel of decisions kindly taken,
Fane of beliefs marked unbroken.
As silence states the loudest voice,
Calms the foe to a lovely rejoice.


In the excursion of solitude
The clock of parlous memories
Own the valour stories;
Live o'er for yore and nonce,
Newness of love is felt explored
And the pain of lost is cured.
Be delight, you are w'th you
And the solitude mirror smiles, to the view.


I lived w'th men and attachments,
I did but great of altruism,
Had baleful deeds espoused by white-nights,
Owned but aleph-nought;
Tears were mine, distrust aside,
None of kin's trust my heart abides.
‘T was never them I offer my compassion,
‘T's my blood and heart's lesson.


No mirth no sorrow, as I grow on,
But the time's ether I trust upon
And alone is the fellow's hold,
Impetus the wings of solitude,
And I kissed- kissed ‘ts glad hands.
W'th whom I live and look at peace
Is below the warm-tangerine murk of a Delonix tree,
Beside the river, makes all appease.


That drowning shade,
That curving water,
That fragile pleasure,
That joy of a lone laughter,
That never stays- that never stays
In the solitude- its solitude but stays.


Rishabh Mishra
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