In My Season Of Silence - Poem by Sunday Champion
Just like an eagle have I soar
above the cloud
My heart has He taught to lunch deep at this season
The season of silence
In silence have i gain sense
Not that of mediocracy
but that of meditation
In my season of silence have I gain wisdom
not bothering about problems
I have learn to close my mouth
not to talk with my mouth
but to think with my brain in silence
'even fools becomes wise at this season'
In my season of silence have I gain maturity
'if only there could be a substitute for brain,
then it has to be silence'
In my silence have become a master of wisdom
In my nights of silence
I know beyond my others
Silence is the daily meal of the wise
but fools loves talking
Sounding like empty drums
Not that parrots and ducks can't soar,
but they likes talking and quaking
Talk less and think more in silence
For this a key to greatness.
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