O Solitude, the truest of all true friends,
Never have I caught thou fleeing.
Thou hast promised to stay 'til the end.
N'ver dost thou escape my being.
Hush, don’t talk, for in my bed he sleeps
A friend or a foe? I don’t understand
His ways maketh me weep, and so I weep,
O Solitude, at thy mercy I stand!
Nay, Solitude, thou art a friend indeed
I know of thy greatness, thy mighty power,
Thou hast been the light, in a poets darkest hour.
Giving of thyself, poor minds thou dost feed!
O Noble Solitude! lift me, inspire me, help me,
This poet here, he hath but one dream,
He desireth music, to create music beyond man
The profound notes conquering spans.
The sweet sounds filling the air,
Maketh fragrant flowers blossom everywhere.
Squirrels dance to the tunes of life,
The sober streams sparkle in the sunshine.
The dead green leaves, rustle with the melody
The poet smiles, for he createth rhapsody.
O Solitude, join his cause, fulfill his desire,
Let his song rise hot like fire,
Burning with life, invigorate his lyre!
- Sanya Goyal