In a room filled with everything
Plugging the four cornered walls
A chattering mouth is wide open
No one cares, it’s a soundless noise
And the mouth is muffled.
The voice of a solitary soul
Reverberates from ceiling to floor
But nothing is perceived by the ear
No one else had heard anything
And the voice is muffled.
The cry caused by injustice
Echoed in the four cornered walls
The probe for equitableness
Swiftly passed from the body’s senses
And the cry is muffled.
The shout and weep of the oppressed
Swept by society’s constant change
The firm belief in every promise
Promises that never been fulfilled
And the shout is muffled.
The shackled life seeking for freedom
Freedom from the mortifying eyes
The discriminating eyes of many
In the room, the feeble has no place
And everything is muffled.
(11/12/2013, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem