The Bliss In Solitude
I was going to the unknown land,
incognizant of the road I had taken,
treading and leaving my vestige on sand,
approaching to the land foresaken.
No one to hold my hand, no memories to cherish,
Bygone and present swooped in solitude, Mirages spurned down what I beseech,
Had a hunch of plunging from high altitude.
Then the road took me to the ices,
the land exempted from all the vices,
everything so impeccable and immaculate,
Still no one beside me to descry such picturesque portrait.
The nippy wind left me petrified,
I became static for...