We Dont Speak


We Dont Speak

In the Green Backdrop
Of an Urban Park.
In the History of a city
Take out some Sunlight and paint in the Clouds.

A noisy morning, unclean Roads
Rush, Hurry and Crowded Buildings.
A roof of the Yellow-painted House
I see Birds – Unknown or Un-caring.

Into the Sky, in the Trees, on an Electric Pole
Two Birds, now one and again two
Looking for a prey or the people on the Road.
We will never know their say, they don’t speak

Just like we don’t, yes, we don’t speak.

– Mon Avis