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Sorrow And Solitude

Nov 3, 2022
2 min read

Updated: Jul 29, 2025

By Shagun


I am sinking

beneath the deep sorrows of my life,

Constantly finding a way

to leave it all behind.


One day

I become a radiating ball of sunshine,

singing cheerful songs, telling joyous stories,

and happily dancing in the sunshine.

But the other day

gloominess comes over and

makes me question,

if it even was happiness all along

or just the sorrow disguised as happiness.


Finally, I made up my mind and tried to find

the meaning behind this despair of mine.

Read poetries, Read the books

but no bookish language could

teach me what I was desperately trying to find.

It was then I decided to go

outside and look around,

in a quest to find

questions and their answers.

Maybe laying somewhere in between

mother nature's lap,


I tried and tried and tried

but again couldn't find

what I left home to find.


Tired of searching and distressed

I came by to sit beside a lake

which was flowing in the middle of this dense forest.

With a heavy heart and tired soul

I sat and closed my eyes

just to momentarily fade within this wilderness.

After a few minutes passed

I found myself lost in the serenity around

if it was the gentle flow of the lake

or the breeze which was musically lifting

the dead leaves on the ground,

or the euphony of chirping of the birds

or the greenness all around

but suddenly a calmness came all over my mind.


It was only then I realized

answers can only be find

if you truly know the question.

And to know about the question

one needs to retrospect within.

When we'd learn to spend time In solitude

maybe only then we will learn

to float on the surface rather than


sinking beneath the sorrows of life.


By Shagun




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