In Despair

Rejoicin’ ,
the unadulterated nature's serene beauty..
the slightest tinge of beauty in a child's cry..
the overwhelming brightness embracing the dark skinned night
the sweetest pain of adieu from a good friend
moving, my finger writes on…..
realizing,
the deepest silence which chills my heart,
the ignorance of the benighted mind,
the melancholy which haunts my thoughts,
the solitude which penetrates deep within,
my moving finger just writes on.....
just writes on n on.........