The one who always dreamed solitude,
A pin drop silence to think and think,
Both heart and brain flying on a high altitude,
Walking on Milky Ways to find out a link,
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Orphic piece of art. Sometimes solitude is not silence and clamour is not noise. Great imagery.
Solitude the life dreaming light to dark slowly fairy to awful fiery surrounded thorns instead of roses the future calling with tremendous crisis…...
My eyes are closed, her eyes are closed, It is wine of love and both are drunk, A medicine, for the pains of life, overdosed, Who opened my eyes who made the air stunk, IF YOU DISCONTINUE it may be worse AND its bad as it is in SOLITUDE LOVELY VERSE JA SIR
The superb imagery of this poem sways a reader to go along with the beautiful thoughts of the great Poet. A one of a kind write.