A journey with words!

The quite one,

The silent one,

They’d call me.

When did it become my identity?

A question I can never answer.

In a world that always wants to stand-out,

I chose to stay quite.

How do I feel?

The sweet songs of the chirping birds,

The temples and church bells ringing far away,

Call to prayers each time,

Wakes up my soul!

What do I hear?

The unspoken words of a stranger

Asking for help

The unexpressed pain of a loved one,

Rouses my compassion.

What do I see?

The undying warmth of the sun,

The lush green trees,

And the vibrance of the flowers

Rejuvenates me!

So, No!

I am not a quite one!

In my stillness,

I absorb

The unseen,

The unheard,

The unspoken,

Words of silence.