The Silence And The Storm Poem by Nadia Baazioui

When the fisherman casts his net
He always wants the deep sea’s treasures
Never does he seek the wisdom in his soul and yet
Ready to loose it no matter what would be the measures. / The price

To him the soul is of no use
It is but a source of pain
Along with his destiny which he does not choose

Long is his suffering
Deep is his wound,
When all the rest of people are so indifferent
He, in a mocking mood, smiled before he bent his head and frowned
Resolved to bid them an eternal Farwell
Because he no longer stand on it to dwell

Poor fisher man, does not know
That the soul which he heartly rejected
Is the gleam of hope he all has for truth to be shown.

Determined to leave
He lit his candle refusing to turn up a new leaf.
Suddenly a strange voice came from afar
Asking him to choose between his heart and the wisdom of shining star
But since his choice was already taken
He got the answer from afar
When the wind the blew out his candle
Taking all beautiful butterflies
And the delicate colour in the sky
All came at sudden
And all is gone with the wind

It is when we loose someone dear
That we realize of how much importance
To us he was,
And the happiness he brought us once