Listen to
The inaudible song,
It doesn't question,
It doesn't answer too,
It just goes on,
That's the greatness
Of this glorious song,
It crosses....
All the seasons
In its own way;
At the end of the day,
When everybody becomes tired and exhausted,
The inaudible song works at its best,
Everyone falls deep asleep then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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