In a gathering
When I feel
Deafs are talking
Though..
Thoughts are whips
Words fall dead
On my lips
This is an incredible piece of work- - I keep coming back to read it. Extraordinary writing, dear friend! 10++++++++++++++++++ [I don't know if they will permit me to vote on its rating again but I shall try! I can be vert trying... ;)
A poem with intensive thought having diction in brief.Well done. Thanks for sharing.
Words fall dead On my lips - - - - - - - - - -they might as well when no one listens. Discussion is becoming a deceased art form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a natural response....! We wish others to listen to us, if not words will freeze on our tongue! You have said so much in simple and minimum words! Excellent!