Through The Transparent Moment / Debasish Dey

I sense a lot of unspoken words 

Are moving around me. 

They try to say something whisperingly into my ears. 

They are aged many years. They are all moon group. 

So, they are slandering the name of the sun. 

The sun is upset now. 

I don't want to play the role of a judge As I don't deserve it.

Therefore, I want to invite All unspoken words to my tavern. 

Then I will make them drink alcohol 

And put them to sleep Because I don't want to swim

In the polluted river water. 

I don't want to let them speak Whisperingly into my ears. 

Otherwise, I want to exist As a man with two ears cut off.