Let the beauty in my words
Be the silent aroma that brings the hungry close
To the kitchen of my ideas
'Cos profound, is the silence found
To be known by all, is to be renown
But all the riches of a rich man, doesn't make him king
Known, is to be renown
But it doesn't grant you the crown
Or the title - king
As a black rose in the variety of roses
I am rare
Because the style of my life, is sincere
My stance in the food chain of this wild life
Has been lost in the fight for glory and being known
Be not like the flower that attracts by its scent
But the honey, of which the bees attack
its harvesters
They'll come back again, even if it meant - hurt
Because of the genuineness, of its sweetness, that is pure
Be like the quiet landmarks of nature
Standing alluring
There to teach lots a lot of lessons
To only wow at their elegance, admire and go home
Different is the story of diamonds and flashy gold
That attracts the lot by their shine
Those you can admire, take home and make - yours
Be like the beautiful scenery of nature
That lies deeply hidden in the woods
Neither shows itself or shouts to be looked
Attracts more and more tourists
Than gold and diamond mines
Admire its allurement, glamour and go home
Because to publicize and be known, is to be owned
By the ones who brought your name to fame
So privileges have been lost from our world
Of free thinkers
Only left behind are the bounded minds
Of goal dreamers
Though left is the right of our new limelight
As wrong is held upright
So are the dullest taken bright
For they hold the mic
That echoes west from east
While the sound ones have been silenced
And of them who dare speak
Their sounds are lost - deep
In the soundless hearing of the deaf
I am the silence that attracts more
But not anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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