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What’s solitude, but a bud opening to morning breeze,

What’s solitude, but a flower dancing to breeze.

What’s solitude, if not a moment of pleasure and ease!

What’s solitude but a moment without care?

What’s solitude if the petals aren’t in leisure teased?

What’s solitude, if not – wafting sweet scents timely seized!

What’s solitude, if not the of early sunbeam shadows that crease,

What’s solitude, but the ray that wraps your being, 

Solitude is that tiny fraction of second when you can live life to the lees.

©Mumtaz N Khorakiwala 


Picture courtesy: Florin Beudean


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