Whenever I'm sprawled on the colour-free lonliness
My mind becomes colourful
Sometimes spirited with nature
Sometimes dispirited with co-humans
And whenever I'm dispirited with co-humans
I resort to sit in meditation to open the providence
But my mind grows still more perplexed
About where the Lord is
And whenever I pursue searching the Lord
Some instinctive knowing reveals
He's in untouchable 'solitude'
So whenever I realise 'solitude' is godly
Aghast I gaze into a distinct sol'I'tude
Indira Renganathan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-82/
