I am submerged in an odd recurrence
feeling diffident and abashed
by the deafening sound
of a pursuit
gashed
but no tears to shed
drowned
inside my head
absolute
resonance dead
And my face is sadly frowned
putting seeds in the ground
being in dispute
with a burning sun and soil that is mute
I am addicted to the shade
and so easy to persuade
to keep on listening to an echoing voice
while such loudness is violence
the most dominating noise
is the loneliness of...
silence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching lines...meaningful done v well cheers sat