When we close our ears,
all that we listen
are our heart's tears.

Other voices around
become only sound
which enter and leave
our mind in peace.

If we chose to ignore
the words they pour,
why do we cry
when the river turns dry?

Cause if the waters
really mattered,
we would never
desert the sayer
alone in the thoughts
he wanted to be brought
to us in the rare
moments of despair.

- Niharika