Silent pictures speak many words.
We hear clear, the silent caged birds.
High till sky, but doesn't listen the pain;
butcher of slaughter house, who slain.
Listens very loud, the doctor treating,
when the patient's heart stops beating.
The mother listens, what he seeks;
the things too, her baby not speaks.
Everyone speaks in the parliament,
speaker is the person, sits silent.
I haven't seen talking the love yet,
hear even today love of 'Romeo and Juliet'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant and impactful poem, S.D. Thank you