When sometimes I sit solitary,
I take that time to thank the almighty,
even though the path he made me walk,
is no ordinary road, or of the common talk,
its quiet and lonely yet beautiful in its own way,
its straight ,simple and short yet its a long way
before any of us (my few fellow travellers) reach the end,
but every blessing and obstacle on our path is Godsend,
and nor have I any complaints for the same,
he is my master and I his dame,
he looks after me, protects me from demons both inside and out,
and so what reason do I have to complain about,
yet when sometimes I sit solitary,
I shed a tear nary.
©candoura
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