As the sun shines it’s rays on his house
and morning coffee is brewing slowly,
he came upto his father,
looking at his face with all his focus,
ears begging to hear the response
and he asked,
“Papa, your silence
speaks of a story.”
He glances over and replies calmly,
“I am the garden, my boy.
Filled with variety of flowers,
grown by light and rain;
stomped by shoes of pain.
My silence speaks of how
my words have been misunderstood multitude of times;
let others mute my voice;
so now I only speak when needed because
the more I learn, the less I speak.”
Hello everyone, I hope everybody is doing well. Just back from a month long vacation so the blog will be alive now and will try to post as frequently as I can. This post was done in a collaboration with another blogging friend Nimmi. It really shows how a simple conversation can turn into a meaningful talk, which I am sure we all have experienced at some point in our life.