There is 'nothing' more satisfying,
Than discovering to find with an appying...
Of one's conscious act,
To listen with intention.
With allowing something heard to attach.
When effective listening is done,
It has a way of deepening understanding.
With heads nodding in agreement.
If not nodding from boredom,
To fall to sleep and sometimes snore.
So many with repeated questions to ask,
Do so until somebody is bound to get offended...
By the one who has tired,
Of answering the same question.
And replies with a face staring...
As if to look at an 'alien' from out of space.
With a lot of it suspected to be in between the ears,
Of the one who pretends to hear but doesn't listen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem