Solitude

Solitude.
In the crisp and tender Dawn,
when you enjoy the bliss of solitude,
ponder at the mythical mystery of creation,
A state, where no love ,no hate ,no loss,
but absolute abnegation of the Self;
a much sought after Awakening.
You see clarity in the chirping of the birds
Seek solution for myriad unanswered queries,
treading a path , in search of an Identity,
Still you feel unidentifiable, yet an extreme step,
A goal ,no wonder why sages gone on Penance.