If I ev'r know the power of a word nev'r spoken
I would never say a word
For a mountain standing in an inward unspoken
I would never know! I now know!
The beauty spoken in a sculpture
do they ever speak?
I would never know
I now know!
A grief unspoken
melts in a tear
what words can cover
that I ever yonder!
A silence in the woods
leaves me alone
I now only know
a moment to be beloven!
A still wind over the ocean
puts the waves in prayer
the ebb sleeps, the tide dreams
my mind joins in that prayer!
Over a party
when the last drink is over
a girls's head on his boy's lap
the melody softens ever!
A love departs
over another love's flame
a soul just laughs
on this wasteful game!
A rhythm raptures
inside a lyric's vein
a mimic jokes
in a stupid pain!
copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They say silence is golden and can speak 1,000 words. The meditative prayer you evoke in nature is one of a well evolved soul. You explore the futility of careless love so well. An excellent poem Shamik. 10 love Karin