Solitude's Whisper Poem by ABDUR RAHMAN NIROB

Beneath the amber glow of twilight's sigh,
I wander paths where silent shadows lie.
The trees, like sentinels, their secrets keep,
While weary thoughts descend, both soft and deep.

O fleeting hours, dost thou mock my heart?
Each moment torn, yet never truly part,
I tread alone where winds in whispers speak,
And solitude its gentle solace seek.

The moon, a lantern hung in midnight's hall,
Shines coldly on the empty, echoing wall.
Yet in this quiet, truth's own voice appears,
Soft as the dew that falls from uncried tears.

I pass the roads where others' laughter rings,
Yet only I hear the song the silence sings.
For loneliness, a shadow and a friend,
Will walk with me until the wandering end.

Beneath the stars that blink with ancient light,
I ponder dreams that fade into the night.
No hand to hold, no whisper to console,
Yet in this void, I find my scattered soul.

Each step I take on frost-kissed morning ground,
Echoes of life, yet no familiar sound.
The forest hums a melancholy tune,
Its melancholy bright as harvest moon.

So let me be, O world, with all its race,
I seek the quiet corners of my space.
For in this solitude, my heart takes flight,
And finds a strange, yet welcome, guiding light.