Nostalgia of the slow world

When winds of silence blow,
I am there to breathe.
Where seeds of solitude sow,
Happiness is there, I believe...

Sometimes when I am alone,
And my friends leave.
Pulchritudinous books are there,
To whisper, solace is peace.

Sometimes I cry,
And my heart bleeds,
I still have sometime to try!
And new qualities I sieve!

The leaves curl and fall from the tree!
On the book which I crave to read!
I see the sapling grow from seed!
Seems like saudade from the thee!

The world is fast,
For the lonely world by me..
And only one is left!
And I am he....