Sweet nothings in this world is what we hear, (2)
For sweet is our tongue, cultivated by what we hear,
Yet hard is our heart, for exclosed within we do not hear.
The heart says not, the ears hear not, but sweet nothings we hear,
The tongue goes on & on, yet inside hollowness we hear.
For befriend all by our sweet talks, yet loneliness a bell we hear,
For alone we are, when true not to ourselves, a voice we hear.
Yet ignore this voice, our merry games we play and continue to hear,
Selective deafness befriends us and only sweet nothings we hear.
Even god, his vibrant self, his booming voise, we do not hear,
When only sweet nothings in this world is what we hear.
- Dr. Hira