SWEET SOLITUDE

One fine morning in my own little hamlet…
I woke up in my hut and it was already late…

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I walked alone through the stenchy streets

Feeling the fire of penury, heat of sigh and sweet baby cry.

I smelt the pungent tobacco smoke and the

Song of folks that stopped my walk

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I walked alone through the thick forest with

Yellow leaves spread on the ground.

The blue-green sight and snake-rat fight

The chirping – twittering filled my heart

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I walked alone in the city with a sack

Felt the load of leading life

Found the crowd with cold heart and knife

Learnt that life there has no end or start

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Tired I was and I was lost

Sought out a claim to take me fast

The road was the same, from the city

To my hamlet through the forest

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The time was spent in chat and laugh

His heart was sweet, the load was off, but

I lost the blue-green forest sight

The chirping-twittering melody like lute

The yellow leaves and snake-rat fight

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Didn’t smell the tobacco smoke

The song was dull, tired were the folk

Streets were clean, but mood wasn’t green

Nothing original there had been!

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I lost the joy of being alone,

The inner voice and eye within, and

The “SWEET SULITUDE” brought me all

I woke up again and walked alone

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