There's a language
As old as the world,
Without breath...
Without existence's
Limited awareness...
To translate these audible words
Belonging to the intellect
Of pure reason
One must be gripped
By an acute sensitivity
Departing from the level
Of understanding...
Wisdom has no decision to make
Entering one's constitution
Not as a guest sojourning,
But as part of an indivisible
Consciousness...
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A deep thought for knowing the wisdom is hinted here. This can not be understood but to be realized deeply through sensitivity...... very well said. Thank you Romeo... loved it
Wisdom is earned through trial and tribulation. I totally agree with this and enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
Nice poem. Well, happy you that you're aged enough to have wisdom and happy you that your mother-tongue is English, so by variety of words you make good poems. Language is important. Poetry is of course related to emotions. I try to enjoy it too. Thanks for your nice poem. Best wishes.
a brilliant write sir..................oh you must be think what is this well this is me speechless one word.....perfect...... thank you for sharing it with us love, payal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very interesting and cool. you have a very nice style..