I'm Learning So Many Different Ways to be Quiet
Looking at the night sky,
I'm quiet.
I ponder about the depths
of the universe.
Its planets, stars, and galaxies.
Looking at the world go by,
I'm quiet.
I ponder about the depths,
Of the people.
Their joys, wishes, and sorrows.
Looking at my mobile screen,
I'm quiet.
I ponder about the depths,
Of the apps.
Their colors, swipe, and scroll.
Looking at my wife and kids,
I'm quiet.
I ponder about the depths,
Of their hurt.
Seeing me so quiet.
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manan dedhia
10 months ago
Very pithy.
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