Silence Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

I say nothing.
I sit in silence.
If I speak, it turns to sin —
I fear the curse,
The names they hurl,
My honour fades,
My name grows pale.

I do nothing.
I sleep in the dark.
I dream, half-awake —
If I rise, I ache.
If someone speaks — for Father's sake —
I get a headache,
A headache,
A headache fake.

He who has no dignity,
No respect to lose, O Father,
Knows no fear.
His words ring hollow,
Yet his will still glow;
No curse, no chain that slow
Can bind him long — he moves with the flow,
For honour lives in the heart of the plow.

He will speak, and he will do.
Don't counsel him a hundred times,
Don't praise him too —
Just pull him close like glue,
Hold him to your chest out of the blue,
And crown him king — without a clue.