SEEDED IN SOLITUDE - by Devesh Bhatt

Just being in solitude,

I can be all me,

Not treated like a beast-to-be,

tamed by Society.

As a society,

We humans are like that,

With persistent conditioning,

Anyone can turn a rat.

Whether a rat in a race,

Or the one they call a snitch.

Such a rat is such a rat,

Why bother which from which.

Just being in solitude,

I have time to think,

Of subtle social dealings,

That bring us to our Brink.

As a society,

We’ve mastered certain hacks,

To exploit mutual obedience,

And distort all the facts.

Intentions maybe good or bad,

The purpose is control,

But then again, there is always one,

Who figures out a loophole.

Just being in solitude,

I ponder patiently.

If ever time must slow down,

Then patience is the key.

As a society,

We merely offer desperation,

The runaround to stay ahead,

A sorry situation.

And if success is at the mercy,

Of a social certification.

Eventually it’s a loss of time,

With no justification.

Now one might think society,

Is the enemy of good,

If one foster’s hatred,

I’ll be misunderstood.

Society is evolving,

Although right now it's crude,

A time will come for humanity,

Seeded in Solitude.

Just being in Solitude,

Is possible in company,

Solitude is in my head,

Where I can be all me.