for, Solitude has a charm of its own
who cares if the paths are bright with lights
for, now my mates are the starry nights
life is a plethora of lost thoughts
a mixture of whats and what-nots
some forgotten, some forbidden
Some more , forever, forgiven
The sun gives me strength
as the shadows of past reduce in length
serenity from the moon i borrow
as i dream for a better morrow
my smile is no more shallow
for my thoughts are now mellow
i am no more a lost string
for i have found a new welkin
