If lonely I less feel though left alone, <br />It is my pensive pen that helps me brood, <br />An unknown Muse pushing it paper prone <br />In sole shelter of my soul’s solitude. <br /> <br />In life’s cacophony hard ‘tis to dream, <br />So, a brooding breast chews on a bare bone, <br />Ruminating life’s cud to a fine cream <br />That rises a poet’s when left alone. <br /> <br />And yet, when hard it is either to do, <br />Quiet churning getting lost in life’s din, <br />There is a window of an alter view, <br />Man returns to life whence he did begin. <br /> Child once again yon he soars to create— <br /> Solitude but poems can procreate. <br />_____________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 10.09.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-to-create/
