Rohan Regi

A Call for Ears

Though crowds leave me weary,
Yet treasured talks enliven me.
Though my listening falters,
I seek listeners for old tales,

Now, only solitude remains—
Tales held fast within
A mind turning deaf to its own voice.

The cheer of storytelling dims,
My stories gather dust
Shrouded in a heavy quiet.

Now, only silence answers—
My stories left forgotten,
As I sit alone.