The weary days pass!

A myriad of thoughts

-None spoken!

Yet, the evening's mine

Alas!

For each night

Here I traverse

To take delight

Of my silent voice.

To not hear

Disturbing utterances

Which bother my

Ears and thoughts!

To make

No meaningless noise.

And to dwell

In this world of yours! Where you-

Word-lovers live;

A home, a place

To store one's feelings;

A place with

Endless hope to give.

To be heard,

And to be valued!

For we shall leave

Something behind.

If not our lively bodies,

A tiny, little piece

Of our beautiful mind!