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.