Sitting with hundreds of years of solitude
I'm among the rocks
Kept silent for millions of years
Sleeping with solitude of years and years !
Have seen and seeing now
But they will not speak
Neither the past nor the future
Not even of today
That is passing by !
Neither a girl not a boy
Not a machine not even a toy
Not a reception but not a ploy
Solitude pure, but not a decoy !
Flapping wings, time ready to fly
Pages turned but nothing is read.
Head has not, not even the tail
But it's known, still some say !
Sitting, I'm at the solitude bay
Sun rises in red and sets in grey
Time flaps wings then years to fly
All are here for no joy and cry !
Years will come and years will go
With solitude I'm to bow.
Let it happen as it's scripted
I'm to play, I'm the gifted !
--------- For the new odd English year 2019..............
Hrushikesha Mohanty
31st Dec. 2018, 00.25 am
5 comments:
your wisdom and human kind that you command.
solitude expressed in a very original way. thank you dear poet. tony
Ufff !! What a meaningful poem... Beautifully conceived the though and wonderfully penned !! Kudos to you Sir ... Clap !!Clap !!Clap !! Loved the phrasing style :) Each line is thought-provoking and sending me to solitude ....
True Sir. A new year, a new day, life goes on. In the sands of time, we are not even as big as an atom. We play a part without knowing head or tail, past or future nor the present. Hope I have got the essence.
In silence we see the quintessential. Wonderful expression of what we are and what we see on our own
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