My Mates in Solitude

If rain
On monsoon leaves,
Breaks my prolong silence,
I shall be indebted to its
Bland knock.

If flux
Of pithy breeze,
Spur life in my dead cells,
I shall be indebted to its
Ingress.

If chirps
Of cuckoo bird,
Elevates my grieved heart,
I shall be indebted to its
Blithe notes.

If glints
Of morning pearls,
Perch on my chivied mind,
I shall be indebted to their
Stark grace.

Aye shall
Be a debtor,
If mates in my silence,
Share my fardel of solitude
With glee.

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