Loud lives carried with pride
By hasty feet and hazy minds
Stabbing the face of the Earth,
Are unable to escape the ego's traps.
Meant to be peaceful and simple,
Days often turn into a congested hell,
Where forms hecticly bumble,
Lost in a collective clangour.
From the unconsciousness one aims to raise,
Yet never ceases to follow the game,
Covering stillness and silent Beauty
With ever-present dark noise.
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I would like to translate this poem
ever-present dark noise....ALL lives have noisy nights Did u not read my poem ROMAIAN LOVER Now kindly read MY MOM'S SMILES IF you please