Sonnet: Solitude

‘Wabi’ in art, thy name is Solitude!
That gives artists, the mind’s calm to create;
Whereby, emotions get a serene mood,
And poets lament on the poor earth’s fate.

O Solitude, praised be thine attitude!
In thine waters, the poet tries to wade,
To pick a pearl, precious and in good mood,
Studding with it, the necklace that he made.

O Solitude, when mind is in my heart,
I count its every beat before I sleep;
In ecstasy, lullabied by my art
And joyful tears within my eyes, I weep.

O Solitude, if not for thee, I can’t
Play on my Lute, action Harp and chant.

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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