The Unspoken Words Of.........

Standing beneath the sky, stretching my hands, I prayed to the cloud,

Hey cloud,

Wet my conscience with your holy water,

The rain started at once, making a jingle sound

I closed my eyes,

Calmness scrawled through the glands everywhere in my body

And I became my own.

As the eastern sky turned red in the early morning, I approached the Sun and prayed with the palms together,

Hey Sun,

"As I am of my own, do you allow me to write a sad poem in your golden notebook?"

He asked, "What the poem?"

I said, “It is the poem of my sadness."

He said, “No, these pages are for the happy poems. Please go to the moon."

I went to the moon and uttered,

“Hey, Moon,

Do you allow me to write a sad poem in your silver notebook?"

He said, “No, my pages are only for the poems of love. You should go to the river."

I went to the longest, rapidly flowing river in the world and said stretching my hands before him,

"Will you let me write a sad poem in your divine body?"

The running river looked back and said,

"I have no time as I am busy to cover the shame of mankind. Please go elsewhere."

As soon as I returned home, I saw my mother waiting for me.

Her tender voice uttered, “Come and sit beside me.

Say all of your sadness, I will swallow all these."

These were not just words. The words as if unrestrained flowing of affection opened my all closed doors of the mind;

As if the whole world before me wanted to swallow all unspoken sorrows of mine.