Mere Words!
Well, what
more can I say!
About
silence, so much has been said,
Mere words,
they strike my eardrum,
Bounce back
and fall down dead.
Nothing
penetrates through that wall,
For I do
not hear even the clarion call,
As I watch
the bugler’s cheeks rise and fall:
And when I
walk this city’s street,
I feel the
step not the sound of feet,
Nor the
sound of the automobiles
Or the
curses of the imbeciles.
Mere words!
what are they,
For I do
not hear what you say
I look at
you and you look at me,
The eyes
meet and the heart speaks,
And I feel
the softness of your cheeks.
Mere words they
can never sing,
The song
that my heart sang,
Or cry like
the child therein,
For in that
silence that surrounds me
I see my
God there within.
Mere words
they fail me when
On the
paper I place my pen,
To
translate the thoughts that flood
The
recesses in my head.
3 comments:
Beautiful. However, somewhere, I get the feeling that the protagonist feels guilty that he can't hear anything.
Its not q question of guilt, it is only helplessness
I like words. I like the communication, the effort made to speak, to verbalize and express.
I do know when mere words are used just without any depth of feeling. Those words don't remain, they just go away without making any difference.
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