I stammer to falter in chain, Breathlessness batters my veins, In dispute, I do not have the strength Of a mind which maintains stealth, In me silent wisdom is the sight, When I cannot prove right, I choose the way bright, When I do not understand, I probe myself and the globe.
People set their cacophonic spree, But I read music in it free, Mined by the seeker’s probe, Are wisdom and knowledge as gold, Stammer I do not, for I am bold.
( A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’)
