Can you see the joy <br /> that peeps out <br />Of the brightness of eyes <br /> perceiving ecstasy all about? <br />For the best of joys <br /> is far too deep <br />To come within <br /> shallow words’ grip. <br /> <br />Can you hear the echo <br /> of untold misery <br />That retreats from <br /> sad lips shut despondently? <br />For, the great pain <br /> is too bitter <br />For the subtle words <br /> to endure. <br /> <br />Seeing in, out and around, <br /> we discover <br />That in order to communicate, <br /> words, all can’t shower. <br />So, may we learn the Silent Diction <br /> not aye relying on words, fragile, <br />To know, to understand more <br /> and to make life more worthwhile. <br /> <br /> <br />(22.12.1988)<br /><br />Vanita Thakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-diction/
