Solitude

Winter's in Swing and Spring seems too far,
Life passes on slowly,
Every minute like an hour;
Sitting here, I ponder over sweet and sour,
I weep to while away time,
in solitude, I wage a war.

Winter has arrived, both within and without,
Solitude's Killing me,
In an unequal bout;

Summer and smiles, appear be to be at large,
I weep to while away time,
My broken love, a haunting mirage.

Ramanujam Ragavan