We are all simply listening,
Small and big sounds coming,
From the outer world, making,
Head a hero in waste managing.
We are here just singing,
The songs of a sad ending,
Other's pains and bitterness,
Absence of love and kisses,
All to dump in our own senses.
We are not listening at all,
The low melodies of our soul,
We are not lending our ears,
To the beauty of inner voice,
We are always found in dogrun,
Making Life and love, in vain.
Even once before our death,
Not ready to hear the truth,
The most valuable pure sound,
To be heard, by you profound,
Making all our life, trampled.
Very well said: We are always found in dog run, Making Life and love, in vain.....Indeed we are wasting our time for nothing.5****
Write comment. Listening is the most basic but difficut activity. Thanks for sharing.
Actually the essence of life lives here. We need to hear and live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Revisiting. This is beautiful poem well penned and rightly expression. We waste a lot of time.