Left to delve deep in penitence filled plight,
The soul is apt to often find alone,
Grey clouds as grow darker in sunless night,
And thoughts get gloomy like a grey tombstone,
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For, grave moments of life are lived to moan, Mute does a soul muse like a lone milestone. aloneness, solitude and loneliness. beautifully presented my dear Anirudhha. thank u. tony
Member: Drtony Brahmin Comment: For, grave moments of life are lived to moan, Mute does a soul muse like a lone milestone. aloneness, solitude and loneliness. beautifully presented my dear Anirudhha. thank u. tony - - Dr Antony, you seem to be a great miner digging out nuggets of your liking like this, pearls as if from deep sea. Yet, these pearls have to be in your own esteem, not what the poet would like to call. Thanks again.