Solitude

Solitude, my friend, companion true,

Vainglorious, quiet, and melancholic too.

Constantly it stays, fleece in hand,

Bringing noble thoughts, perverse feelings grand.

Muted hum, delving into lapsed past,

Better than friends who left mid-ocean vast.

Cared little for your feelings, a notion.

Relatives who stored grievances with glee,

Failed to notice the love you bore, carefree.

In your embrace, I share my darkest woes,

No price to pay, no fights to pose.

Chance to become divine or devilish,

Cherished moments relished, unblemished.

Memories expressed in silent cry,

Under crescent moon or blazing sky.

Dr. SV Prabhath