Silence the voice in my mind

Within every individual's mind resides a poem, casting doubt on the assertion that each person is an island. An internal dialogue permeates, encompassing both positive and negative elements. As I traverse the bustling street, I observe others who may also perceive my presence. Nevertheless, each of them harbors a poem within their innermost thoughts. No matter where you end up on this planet, You will never forget where you originate from A mango tree is thriving in Brooklyn, Though it may seem improbable. However, it is still a mango tree. However, where are the fruits, Where are those concealed poems destined? Will they return on the same route, Will the verbs and nouns remain silent as well While conveying unuttered expressions? Did the Pied Piper know he would be deceived? Was he aware a poem would emerge from his story? Within every individual's mind resides a poem, Eventually, someone will understand it correctly.