I'm the mother bird, sitting guard
To my sleeping little squab of silence.
Outside, the reverberation of the marching army
Of cyclones, gale and barrage.
In this medley, I cry at the utmost of my voice
To keep silence.
I'm fighting with my voice,
My encounter becomes a challenge,
My demand becomes a provocation,
My ultimatum will be their diversion.
My little one is sleeping!
No disturbance!
When it rises from her sleep
I'm sure everything will be calm.
It can soar high to the silvery sky
Of hope, peacefully to the abode of heaven! ! !
An amazing poem.. The ending is absolutely immaculate . 10
Beautiful write Mam. Silence is needed but not much as you said... Well explained.
My communion with God is in perfect silence and it helps me very much to keep a peaceful mentality. My age may be the reason. Thanks for sharing your juvenile thought. May God bless you! !
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I would like to translate this poem
We all like silence very often, but not always! Unfortunately there is so much cacophony around! Somehow we have to put up with this at the thought that finally we will be wafted into a world of peacefulness! Quite meaningful!