"Solitary Thoughts – 18:

"Solitary Thoughts – 18: 
Poetry, My Resume"

Poetry is my cup of tea,
It is my soul of console.
Even my trustworthy,
And medicine too.

It whispers softly in my ear,
When silence speaks too loud.
It listens without a sound,
And brings comfort so near.

A companion when I’m lost,
A light in the darkest hour.
It heals me without a cost,
A refuge with boundless power.

GR kaviyoor 
25 04 2025

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Colors of India – A Springtime Journey"

Lonely Thoughts – 58 & 59

The Soul of a Home