To Quietude

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, prolonged thunder follows the flash of lightning;

And so, applause rings long after the stage is emptied.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, heat multiplies for eons before a volcano erupts;

And so, sweat and tears are spent, unnoticed, for aeons before the conch of victory is finally heard.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, a bird flies artfully for long before it can sing it's song;

And so, the mind stumbles foolishly through the miles of life, before its laurels are announced.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, there is a simple gratitude owed to solitude;

And so, the unheard moments of character slip by whilst stringing the strains of victory in Quietude.

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody