Solitude
In the hush where echoes rest,
the world grows distant, thought confessed.
No crowd, no voice, no restless call,
just silence draped, a gentle shawl.
The trees lean close, their whispers slow,
a language only stillness know.
The air is soft, the hours wide,
time unravels, side by side.
Alone, yet not bereft of grace,
a mirror shows the inner face.
The heart learns how to speak its song,
without the need to move along.
For solitude is not a cage,
but quiet ink on life’s own page.
A pause, a breath, a secret key,
unlocking deeper ways to be.
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Author:
Navjot (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2025 07:37
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Comments2
Very nice rhyme and meter carry this poem to its end. The message too is well worked out. Nicely done and a fave
Thank you so much...
Most welcome
Solitude is the best society !
Very nice .
Thank you so much
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