The Unspoken Words Of.........
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 noteboo
k?"
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.