LOST IN SOLITUDE......

U can't figure out my tribulation,
the moment U know it,
surely it ll b our last encounter.

Being away from almost every relation,
& my solitude trying hard to suppress every trepidation.

Not being well thrice a week,
hence my solitude utters but unable to seek,
my finance is waiting for the wedding,
but mow its time to fold my bedding,
to leave this beautiful bowl,
as i m not permitted to do any foul.

God snatched from me many special opportunities,
and even its against my virtuous duties.
As then again their ll initiate the same story,
without a hinge of joy , without any glory.

This solitude is beyond my endurance,
as if living seasons without any elegance,
as if walking alone in a crowded lane,
as if a beautiful painting ready to wane.