Solitude

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Alone I sit, a solitary form

The weight of my solitude, a heavy storm

No one to share my joys, no one to dry my tears

Loneliness, my constant friend, through all my fears

The empty room resounds with my sorrowful sighs

The ache in my heart echoes through the lonely nights

I reach out, but no one's there to hold my hand

I yearn for connection, for a voice to understand

Yet, in the depths of my solitude, I find a peaceful place

A quiet solace in my own company, a bittersweet embrace

I learn to embrace the emptiness, to find beauty in the still

To find strength in the silence, and courage in the lonely hill

But still, I long for a soul to share my journey's road

To walk beside me, to hold me close when I am weary and cold

Loneliness, a bittersweet friend, I long for your release

Yet in your embrace, I find a strange kind of peace

So I will walk this path alone, yet not truly by myself

For in the quiet moments, I find beauty in the stillness and wealth

And in the depths of my solitude, I find a quiet strength and might

Loneliness, my constant friend, I will embrace you, and find my own light.

*— Pankaj Kumar Thombare, Washim*