O' What a throbbing attitude, <br />For my delicious solitude. <br /> <br />For on the grass yet greenly still, <br />And in the gardens of the hill. <br />Shall I go about it all, <br />I'm neither tall nor am I small. <br /> <br />And with the same distrust in eyes, <br />I cannot even take long sighs. <br />I have to try and try again. <br />To make one shiny ray to ten. <br /> <br />Up the mountain of success, <br />I will go- whatever distress <br />To seek the glory of my might, <br />And burn a candle in the night. <br /> <br />To learn and rise no matter what, <br />To study and sense what nature taught. <br />Forget the shadows that decay, <br />To indicate the brightening day. <br /> <br />And then I'll tell the world I can <br />Be in the triumph out of this pan. <br /> <br />O' What a throbbing aptitude. <br />For my delicious solitude.<br /><br />Osama Waqar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delicious-solitude/
