When the sun rises not, <br /> And the dark fades all; <br />Here you are holding, holding the book, <br />When the dew turns into frost, <br />Shivering the dead bodies; <br />Here you are embracing the power, <br />When the crickets are hunting, <br />And the moths are scarpering; <br />Here you are razing the indolence, <br />Not less taunts you are facing, much successive comprehensions you are gaining but, <br />Those wordless jiffies; <br />And you are hopeful, <br />When the soul evolves, knows less back; <br />Here you are achieving the orchid, <br />Rumoring those ruthless moments of you, is what they are wording about, <br />Those liable times, left not worthless, <br />Again; <br />When the hushed minds stand not; <br /> Here you are walking, <br />When the failure overcomes, <br />And everybody is falling silence, <br />Here you are triumphant.<br /><br />AbdiSaber Yusuf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hushed-minds/
