The silent desert dune
No bird, no tune
Offers a chance to discover
Within us a hidden treasure
In solitude nights
No noise, no lights
Counting the silver grain
We gain a poetic brain
Gautam became Buddha
Mahavira won inner yuddha
The man of morality
Left crown, chose reality
Solitude is the blessed pleasure
Precious pearls , lovely leisure
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Online) - Published: August 20th, 2025 04:24
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Comments2
A lovely sonnet about spirituality and reality. Nice write.
Thanks for fave and encouraging words
Priya, this one carries such quiet strength…solitude painted as treasure, as pearl, as sacred space. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛
Thanks for fave, much appreciated
You are most welcome, my friend!
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