Mindful
Mindful
Oh! my peace of mind,
gone away as you are, flown too far,
with wings of progress,
having you gone for ever,
my feelings are unspoken
without any noise.
Yet, the noise is there
down in the street,
of a daughter
when a rascal snatches
her last garment
shamelessly.
a noise of hatred,
of venomously gnawing,
when foes of humanity,
pull swords at each other,
streaming a gory river,
and of
the cries of innocent faces
hidden in shaggy hair,
sprouting from sunken bellies,
when they long for their lost parents
from whom
they would have
enjoyed of lullabies.
but there is no noise
of singing of birds
chirping of swallows
whistling of leaves
cawing of crows
or cooing of doves
or of a nightingale's song,
as this planet is, now,
deserted and morose
and, my feeling are unspoken
without any of my voice.
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