At times I wonder whether,
Silence does prevail or not,
Ironically no echo seems to appear,
From others' thought.
Even inside a sepulchre,
The tiniest bug makes its presence felt,
By busying itself for the not so hidden treasure,
To kill silence the book's pages don't ever forget.
Agreed! The earth does love the dead body,
Soul can't be silent on its way to an eternal flee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem