Thoughts on Solitude (Satis Shroff)

THOUGHTS ON SOLITUDE (Satis Shroff)

I look out of the window,
A snowy landscape unfurls before me.
The birch and lilacs trees are laden with snow,
The songbirds comes in twos and threes,
To pick the tid-bits hanging on the lilac branches.

There’s a serenity that is only disturbed
By birds doing turns to grab some seeds:
Sparrows, finches, blackbirds and a robin.
How playful they seem.

This is my art of solitude in daily life;
Away from agitating thoughts and chores to do.

Do I belong to myself or the world?
A Nepali song goes thus:
‘I tried to please everyone
And became myself estranged.
No one was mine.
I belonged to everyone.’

सबैलाई रिजाउ भन्दा,
आफै त तर्किएछु।
मेरा कोही भएनन्,
सबैको म भय छु।
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