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(Some thoughts recorded in a moment of depression.)
(2021-12-23T23:04:35+0530)
CC0, contrapunctus/Kashish
In people's midst I stand alone
And seek the solitude of home
Can't bear to see the happy lot
When they possess what I do not.
At home, in sacred solitude
On journey of my life I brood
I earned no wealth, no love nor friends
And it's much too late to make amends.
My starving heart, it longs for bread
A moment close with soul kindred
But no one saw me worth this stead
Thus, resolute from love I fled.
My craft, therein retreated I
May works of beauty win me joy?
The years flew by in toil unceased
But all too few my labor pleased!
Tender love in vain I sought
The works of beauty I have wrought
Brought joy to none that I had thought
And all I did has been for naught.