SOLITUDE
There I go, and here I come,
All to myself, meeting no one
Elated I feel, depressed, a time
But none could I find, to share some time.
Brooks, willows, beautiful valleys I enjoy
Alas, only to find, none to share the joy.
Darkness, Death and fire, is what I fear,
Fate has not a bosom for me to tender.
Alone I sleep, alone I drink and eat
Day by day ceremoniously repeating this feat.
Oh! This solitude hath me a prey,
Only death can be of rescue any day.
good-this is good
This is very good ,my personal feel is that it is little bit depressive mood,