Now I am silent,
Because I think,
I am all spent.
You hear me not,
Because I think,
I am distraught.
The queer drama,
The weird clowns,
Put me in a trauma.
The silence of grave,
Descending slowly,
On a nation so brave!
@Amitava Sur, Thank you very much for reading my poem and leaving your kind thoughts here. I agree to your remarks. Certainly I shall read your poem too.
Oh how inspiring. My Fiance might like this poem. It reminds me of Wicca in a way.
Dear Sky Welch, I hope your fiance will find some time to read this poem and leave a comment, as you did. Thank you for the comment.
Yes it's better to remain silent in the undone situation. But definitely those weird clowns can not remain long.... nice penning You may read my poem Killing myself.
I enjoy the imagery captured in the brevity of your words, particularly in this poem. I don't pretend to understand all the references in your imagery, but they lead one inevitably a heartbeat at a time into your final image.
Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts here, @Carol Fleming Klein. Much obliged.
@Valsa George, Thanks for your thoughtful comment on my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
recent act your nation created such a silence you broke the silence putting a candle....beautiful brother 10
Thank you so much Aftab, so well said!