Whatever Stays Silent

Break free from ignorance, dear enslaved thought,
Draw the letters write the shapes, be free.
Dear winner of battles yet to be fought,
Listen. After the count of one, two, three.

I’ve heard wisdom from he that is silent.
There’s a slow mammal supposed to be king,
From father’s purse, a son is dependent,
An engaged bride who’s turned ‘Lord of the ring’.

A buried treasure found by he who don’t seek,
A sheriff waiting for the next culprit,
Remember, all these from he who don’t speak;
Like a priest sending mails to the spirit.

He sometimes wear a dirty shabby look,
There’s more to hear if you open a book.

Tomide Abdul