While the Rains Paused
While the Rains Paused
Disturbed by the bizarre pause in the rains,
there, sits cascade of silence: strangely loud.
'Ears poked by silence to my narrow veins,
this silence says some things to me: so loud.
Unknown voices speaking from the inside;
feet of my thoughts straying to the yonder.
unknown pictures forming on the outside;
images and sounds; a merge of wonder!
The thunders regrouping for a war cry,
the clouds already tired from the short break,
silence hasn't finished: there is no time,
But he left a summary on my heart slate:
(stating)*
Poetry was life for the forefathers:
to live, you need to cherish it better.
(And the clouds gave its tears again...)