I become solitary, a tranquil loner br They only come to me br Who are entranced, br Possessed, br Unfailingly afflicted, or br Unyieldingly attached br Since ever. br br Bit by bit I cut off the crowd br Even by mistake I don't call them br Whom I have missed so long. br br Is calling necessary? br I ponder at times.. br br br I roam around so many horizons, br A solitary simoleton, br On the hills, in the light, br Though I never received a br Musked greeting. br br So I live in entrancement, br In engrossment, br In my comfortable existance. br br And for all, br Sifting and kneading my br Solitude br I create my good wishes, br I compose my poems........