GN OF SOLITUDE
A lugubrious tree high above the lot,
Yearning for an embrace tight,
This`net-set' age is driven by youth,
Who gives no ear to wrong and right.
'Slovenly', is his sole watch word,
He `s immersed in his music world.
Beloved when seated next to you,
This squalid globe turns aglow.
Breezing up my entire sense
Blazing fire in different ways
A slip of land grown dense with palms,
Is my land heaped with gloss..
It`s silver streams flux with life,
Like silver lining amidst the clouds.
A poke in my dream, a prick in my arm,
Awake I am, wincing in pain!
Sleep evades, though I hope to dream..
Keep my self vigil, though dull.