I'm a pond
A pond of blood
People passby
Throw stones in me
I am mute
I could not respond
Yet i could react
My retorts are ripples
The sky is deaf
And the ripples make no sound...
People are numb
They still throw stones in me
Stones are innocent
They just sink
All are blind
Everyone keeps on tripping
Beyond the sky
Might there be ears of the deaf
So i am steady
I keep on sending the ripples
Clouds might have ears
One day they might pass by...
The wary clouds might
Hear my ripples in the sky...
15-02-2008
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