Words are missed most when there is noise:
The undeniable sounds of suffering-
Are like ants marching all over the head.
The silence of the sweet hours that are slept by;
Make the recipe of an enthusiastic pie,
And when we take the essence from this
The soul wakes up after a preposterous dream.
So think clearly the words of peace
Or your treacherous lips may beg and scream.
© 2020 Sannyasi Raja