Sitting with hundreds of years of solitude
I'm among the rocks
Kept silent for millions of years
Sleeping with solitude of years and years!
Have seen and seeing now
But they will not speak
Neither the past nor the future
Not even of today
That is passing by!
Neither a girl not a boy
Not a machine not even a toy
Not a reception but nota ploy
Solitude pure, but not a decoy!
Flapping wings, time ready to fly
Pages turned but nothing is read.
Head has not, not even the tail
But it's known, still some say!
Sitting here I'm at the solitude bay
Sun rises in red but sets in grey
Time flaps wings then years to fly
All are here for no laugh and cry!
Years will come and years will go
With solitude I'mto bow.
Let it happen as it's scripted
I'm to play, I'm the gifted!
- - - - - For the new odd year 2019..............
Hrushikesha Mohanty
31stDec.2018,00.25 am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sitting here at the solitude bay Sun rises in red but sets in grey Time flaps wings then years to fly. solitude expressed in a very original way. thank you dear poet. tony