Quiet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Quiet

He visits India
-once a year, few months.

He goes to Bangalore
-in single, rents a room.

Then visits the shrines
-pilgrimages go on
-slowly with half walks.

Among the millions
-around hill, in silence
-nobody says nothing
-simply walk and walk.

Quiet!
Quiet!
Quiet!

As if world is mountain
-and people rock-pieces.

"I hear for hours
-with no word to be said! "

His words keep flying
-as birds in formation.
-In my mind Cabala
-and course to meditate
-in silence and away
-from brains of others.

Everyone lives alone
-singles making social:
- "Since words are unwanted
-sit with tongue on the gum
-right behind the teeth's wall,
-keeping it still and motionless!
-Just focus in silence till vision
-comes itself as knowledge, connection
-of, from, the unknown high power."