Talks are Not Forever

Talks are Not Forever

By quirk of fate, a rat landed on an Island,

Which was deserted and awfully bleak;

There didn’t exist any trace of same tribe,

The rat found no one to even shake hands.

The rat was talkative to the core, indulging

In lengthy duels often,with fellow rats;

Without talking he felt lifeless and sinking,

And would retire to his reclusive habitat.

But sitting on the Island surrounded by the

Sea, he could hear its gurgling sound;

He was engrossed in the sound of fluttering

Of the beautiful seagulls abundantly found.

He was enchanted by the native sounds,

About them he was not fully aware;

He listened to them with rapt attention,

And his desire to talk vanished into oblivion.

Copyright@Rakesh Chandra