A confusing noise surrounds me all the time <br />That noise of yours or mine <br />A noise of freedom or a noise of rebel <br />But I call it my Babel <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A fog of Babel surrounds me this time <br />I can hear but I am blind <br />A Babel to call you my diary or my friend <br />I feel light when I share my thoughts to my diary <br />And a Babel arise when I call it my 'dear diary' <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I feel honored when I talk to my friend <br />And a Babel arise when I call you MAM <br /> <br />I am wet in my emotion rain <br />And I stand alone in this strange land<br /><br />JAIDEEP GARG<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-babel/
