Solitude: A Reflection

A moment of a quiet thought,

of melodious days from the past,

which vanished

like pearls of dew,

not to be traced again.

So fresh and painful

are the thoughts of those days,

now ceased to exist.

Strange is the solitude,

and the silence.

Nothing is so beloved

and so beautiful

as the feeling of loneliness.

                                                                            - Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya