sometimes
this is what they say
sometimes
we know that we are both
here
together
yet we prefer
to respect our silence
we extend it further
maybe
may be even deeper
like the blue ocean
refusing
to talk to the river
they all look forward
to bluer clouds
and sunny skies
and for these
what is the need of words?
what is the need of
the struggle
to speak? it is the silence that
makes some bonds
stronger
sometimes, they always say that,
sometimes
some time, we may like
it like this way
mute and yet so revealing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem