No one to hear,
Everyone has to say
An ear
We are looking for
The voice I can hear
You may be there
I may be here
A narrative in heart
Even though I don't have an answer
The release might be a relief
To be a huge rock
To bear the heavy rain,
Ghostly wind
Sorrowful tears and, laments
The voice to yourself
The voice to myself
It might echo back
My silence and my gestures
I learned in this noise
Being a hermit in a forest
And living in your modern city
I see the sea
And I hear the sound of waves
Misty horizon a far in mind
It refreshes my steps
and footprints on the sand
The traffic of desire
A long queue of black ribbon road
By the side through the mirror glass
You adjust the face and hair
During the pause
To gearing the life ever
Compressed thoughts in depressed head
Eyes look around and everything of visible
Inside in itself
An invisible voice that seeks an ear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks dear David.. all the best