As I sink deeper into silence
My pulse flutters faster,
The urge to confirm
My own existence
To this universe shoots
Echoes abounce in my mind,
Settling into tumors of anxiety,
Powerlessness, frustration.
As I slowly sulk off the stage
Of social showmanship,
A certain sagacity bursts
Forth from my heart-
We are like beggars-
Struggling for a cent
Of communal gratification-
Seeds planted in a field of vanity
Shouting 'I will bloom faster then you! '
Drunk on our own articulations-
Verbal Alcoholics.
Values are exiled from society,
As values themselves
Have become invaluable
To us.
And just as things lose worth
In abundance, so do words.
(Would diamonds be of any
Value without their rarity?)
Silence paints an ordinary sentence
With lavender wisdom-
And places a man pensive-
So his discourse become
All the more meaningful-
Please see the benefits of silence!
Perhaps if silence were taken more seriously
We would not act so foolishly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice wording. A lot to think about there.