Whispering Of Solitude

Under the shade of blowing winds,

Life has gotten its essence.

In the mayhem of turmoil

I didn't feel me ever.

Silence echoes in that void,

It has much more to say.

But silly was I, a naive,

Have not understood so far.

When I have got the words of a void,

The crooning of breeze, nature's melody.

The whispering of solitude,

Has solved the riddle of the soul.

Filled life with the ecstatic

The whispering of solitude.