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.