In the serene land of solitude,
Where no mortals or Gods do intrude
Unhindered, the rivers of thoughts flow,
Creativity blooms and legends grow.
In the tunnel of solitude,
Bullet train of imagination speeds,
In the battle of words, mighty pen bleeds,
From the shackles of world I am freed.
In the theatre of solitude,
Where nothing sans air that broods,
Soul conducts a musical concert,
With heart, the mind does a little flirt.
In the hermitage of solitude,
All the vile thoughts gets subdued,
Away from all the dins of multitude,
Unbound joy hearts exude.