It's quite sad
I observed,
When there's wind
You make a melancholy note
Like an infant who cries for milk.
Otherwise very quiet as a hermit.
I too silent sometimes chum!
When I am happy.
But when the World goes upside down
My behavior is ridiculous like a clown.
* [ Boasting war makes a brave soldier into a hopeless lunatic.]
Your fragile wind bell is a beautiful metaphor for hidden tears. You give yourself away in words very effectively. This is the mark of a true poet. Take care. Always your friend at poemhuner, Sandra
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Your ever fertile imagination produces poems out of the air. This one reminds us that silence can so easily be turned into cacophony at the slightest provocation. I like the clown you reveal here, Nimal. I can see him, replete with his red nose and baggy pants, often in your poems. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥