From one voice a whistle is sounded, <br />The thirst of silver is allowed <br />So rich sounds and ideas are loud <br />Like the whistling noise I heard. <br /> <br />In my mind’s eye, a silver coin <br />Appears due to wages and health; <br />Here is where the money stops, <br />The replacement is huge, such as sound. <br /> <br />This real noise is sounding like a thought, <br />The thinkers quell these thoughts <br />Yet we are aware of these long substances, <br />In the eye of a soul, the rich soul.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-for-silver/
