The eloquence of silence
Oh, have you espied?
Its sense lingers on and on
Even when words died.
Does not Mona Lisa's smile
Convey a lot more
Than fluent and empty words
From flippant throat's store?
(I wrote this small poem when I was forced to remain silent due to sore throat and fever)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem