Words surround me,
but am I listening?
Inane talk floats over me,
covering me in its gossamer cloud.
failing to gather sense of it
I let it pass over me.
I look at faces around me,
animated and engrossed.
Sound waves go up and down.
Trying to swim in the current,
I make an attempt to be still.
Realising futility of it all,
restlessness takes over me.
Searching for a peaceful nook
I let soundless world take over me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem