Solitude
- Mast Culture

- Oct 10
- 1 min read
By Charulatha V
The sky full of fluffy clouds
With the Sun playing
Hide and seek,
And me admiring this
Lounging on the terrace.
As I keep watching
This serene view,
My fingers start drumming
A random tune
Letting my thoughts
Drift far away.
The Chirping of birds,
The Rustling of leaves,
And a touch of zephyr
That tingles my skin
Pulls me back from
My reverie.
It wasn’t an interruption
It was a moment of peace,
A solitude that let’s me
Embrace myself for
Who I am.
By Charulatha V



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