Far from a maddening crowd,
The pomp of cities,
And screens of our phones,
Awaits an enigmatic world –
In the beauty of the blooming gardens,
In the smell of delicious fruits,
In the solitary humming of bees,
In the quite drizzle of monsoon rain,
In the lazy gaze of the old foliage,
In the children playing in the park,
In the farmer tilling his land,
In the elusive words of books,
Therein lies a heavenly reality.
Therein lies a greater truth.
In their voices of silence.