Unheard
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Can walls talk?
Perhaps.
We don’t hear them
Because we are not paying attention.
Another shadow in our periphery
To be dismissed,
To be ignored.
Perhaps,
With a copious amount of words,
And a resounding drum for them to sound on,
The walls could finally be noticed.
But if such false boisterousness
Is what it takes,
I would rather remain unheard
Just like the walls.
Can trees smile?
Perhaps.
We never see them do.
Maybe they have no reason to.
No one compliments them,
Gives them a hug.
Perhaps,
If they try really hard,
They could soften the hard lines
Carved into their barks
And re-shapen them
Forcefully
To an up-turned rainbow.
But If it has to be forced,
I would rather hide my smile
Just like the trees.
Can fishes cry?
Perhaps.
We never notice
Because they drown in their tears daily.
Perhaps,
If they held their breaths,
Risk bringing their heads
Out of the tears
They breathe in to survive,
Someone will look long enough
To notice,
But not long enough
For their lungs to give out.
But if I have to hold my breath,
Take a risk
Waiting for my tears to be seen,
I would rather hide my tears
Just like the fishes.