In this gallery of quiet
Nobody needs to shout.
That which is worthy of notice
Can be heard,
There are no echoes to follow
And no confusion either.
Here, I have often found me
Searching for me
In a multitude of those
That do not exist,
The formless ethereal beings
The products of my mind.
Discovering oneself is the greatest source of peace and strength. One who knows self knows many things. This is beautiful and insightful poetry. Thank-you sir.
One thing I want to know you from sir why did you delete your poems? Why did you ignore your own work? Are a loner?
A beautiful poem! I felt the taste of Varsha's poetry here. She is following your style sir. Please inspire her!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first stanza succeeds as poetic expresion ans starts the poem well. I feel that the second stanza breaks the success of the first stanza and one does no follow the thought well. I wonder what that place is no need of shouts. The name gallery is just a figure of speech not a real one.