A Call for Ears

Rohan Regi

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.

  • Author: Rohan Regi (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2023 01:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some of us might not be great listeners but might love sharing our stories. But what will happen if there's no one to listen to our stories?
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Comments3

  • 2781

    Good point.

    • Rohan Regi

      Thank you for taking your time to look at it. Means a lot.

    • Parisab

      “A mind turning deaf to its own voice” great description of the creative block-may you find many listeners to your poems here-

      • Rohan Regi

        Thank you so much. This motivates me to give it my all.

      • Teddy.15

        Beautiful.



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