I knew something of conversation, or so I thought
until I listened to another.
Knew something of the talk, the sounds the chatter,
But to listen and to speak when moments call,
that is far greater.
Of conversations past, I no longer can remember,
Since the day I silent kept- and listened to another,
There opened up a life which had ‘til then
been merely shadow
At first the life it seemed another’s, but when I was caught
and by the mirror
The face had changed, it told me of another.
Since the day I silent kept- and listened to another.
a truly wonderful poem. such a talented poet! i am very proud :)
so many sounds and voices around us-not to mention our owns..An interesting and wellwritten poem Wishing you joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May i share this poem with our High School Students?