Solitude

SOLITUDE

Much greed for show and fame
Has put this age to shame
The glance is bright and clear,
Heart's mirror, but is blear.

When zeal and zest for sight
exceed their greatest height,
Thoughts soar to highest point
And soon are out of joint.

That vernal drop of rain
The state of pearl can't gain
If destined- not to dwell,
In lap of mother shell.

Retreat is blessed state
'Bout Self gives knowledge-great
Alas! this state divine,
Isn't found in fane or shrine.