I wrote this old world ditty when I was around 16 years old.  Introverted and a lover of words, this was a fitting tribute to my world then.
The funny thing is that of the little poetry I wrote as a teenager, this is the only piece I remember by heart.  The rest I have committed to a well worn, dog eared diary which once I get home to Karachi, I will also reproduce here.  If nothing else, I (and anyone else who feels intrepid and fancifully armed!) can reflect on my eccentric adolescent  mind when re-reading the mostly quirky, sometimes pained, sometimes euphoric pieces that I wrote.  

O Solitude, thou art to me
A silent, wholesome company.
When of the world of beings I tire,
To thee for solace I retire.

Each moment that I spend with thee
In thy wholesome company
Retrieves for me my peace of mind
Worries and cares are left behind.

And the world itself begins to seeem
A place where is upheld one’s own regime;
And the heart is filled with serenity
In thy wholesome company.