Solitude

The chirp of the fledglings
outside the window
is wafting into my ears.
you are away now
and I am to unfurl the shawl of my pain
to spread on the floor of my mind.
Those distant faces of imagination
are growing distinct.
Gorgeous faces!
The beige shin of
aspiration is no more in view.
The crowd of demonic ambitions is away.
The pool of silence is quiet cool.
Soothing.
Blessed I am now
for I am away
from the wolves of noise
and with myself.





Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-28 at 17:45

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An exquisite text! The language is beautiful and so are the images you create with it.
2006-10-29