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Listen to the Silence.
We alone own this intellectual asset,
Our ability to speak, is a gods gift.
We have created innumerable dialects,
Infinite words and sentences,
With which we scold each other,
Create noise, and spread fear.
In the race for prominence,
We have forgotten, these gifts of silence,
the cool breeze, flutter of leaves,
the buzz of bees, melodious chirps,
Beautiful flowers, heavenly canvasses.
Instead are busy, complaining on our companions,
Seem active, through distractions,
get bored, pretty soon,
end up with exhaustion.
In our old legends, there is a mention,
of our powers we cannot comprehend,
with naked eyes, of viewing constellations,
of sensing anomaly within, to find medications,
to envisage events, through meditations,
of old people retreating in cold Himalayan regions.
of our ability to hear, the petals open,
such was the power of our minds, then.
Understanding nature of things, in true sense,
comes only through silence.
Wise no more is this suggestion,
Shut up and listen to silence,
and become a legend.
© 2015 Hari Prasad S