People Listen, A writer Observes
People Listen, A writer Observes
In this world, where everyone is busy
Sorting out their own problems,
When people have no time to listen
What their dearest one is trying to say,
There stands the writer, unique
She is also very busy,
Scribbling her heart out,
Listening to the wind's music,
Longing to hear the chirping of birds,
And trying to find out their language,
The rhythm of the petrichor,
The smell of a book,
The ink on her hand,
The flickering of page,
The flame of a candle,
The comma in the paragraph,
The shade in the picture,
To her, they are all conveying something,
She tries to give shape
To the world with her word,
She can weave words with your silence,
People listen, A writer observes.