Silence! the word has echoed in our ears
For many a childhood, it has transfigured
Ringing from our elders to passers-by
Being numb is worth being loud
Many loud mouths have lived to curse
What their tongues spat out
What their disoriented minds could think of
They would blabber without seconding the aftermath
Coincidentally, it might be sense
But reality proves it all
The larger percentage is nonsense
Sheer will to satisfy one’s ego
Not foreseeing the effects of their remarks
Only to blame oneself
Had I known! Head down!
It’s a calculative world we live in
The few are the silent, performing actions
But the many are chatter beaks
Spreading hearsay as though they were created for that
Quite a speech Sir, but what do we learn from it?
Is it worth listening to?
Or is it time wasting?
The great philosophers spoke less
But once a saying came out from the horse’s mouth
Rhyming with the events of Mother Nature is quite the scene
Fear the silent
For you know not what is going through their minds
But for the blabber heads
They will stop at cursing
One’s intelligence quotient is calculated with that comes out of one
Nonsensical arguments will be hard from the weak in mind
But the greats with a future shall always stamp on the un-enlightened
For an idea a weak mind blabbers
A creative and better idea arises from the silent listener
Seated at the farthest seat of the table
Then one ends up with the saying
That was my idea!
But you gave it away the moment you decided to think with your tongue
And not your brain!
Listen! Think! Act! Speak!
Speech is silvery but Silence shall always be golden!