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Countless times you have been beaten
But you refuse produce the faintest sound
To the eager waiting dancers.
Of what use are you when you are soundless?
Of what use are you when no one   
Can dance to your melody?
The ones drumming you are sweating profusely
And the dancers are anxiously waiting in vain.
You are like a woman without a womb,
Full grown bride without breast,
A beautiful mansion without a roof,
A sleek car without an engine and a serene paradise 
Without an ambiance of tranquility.
Oh! Soundless drum, when shall your sound 
Wake up the slumbering giant in us?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 3/3/2016 11:18:00 PM
Okologo,,, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/10/2016 4:14:00 PM
Okologo, I enjoyed reading your excellent poem today. Thanks for sharing ---------SKAT
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