Retire into solitude if you are uneasy with multitude
Voices crash in upon you like capricious waves irreverent
Noise drives you crazy, scared and you seek asylum in silence
And if silence frightens you, what is the way out?
Then even your mightiest savior would concede defeat
You are yourself a master of whispers sweet and declarations thunderous
O man, true it is: sometimes silence can be treacherous
No angel would offer you the key to paradise
You should seize the key, daring fire and brimstone
Those ever willing to dare Hell shall find themselves
Quite at ease in Paradise, they opened themselves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting write, Varghese...10++++