by Kingsley Solomon
Silence when one need not speak
Is a brand of wisdom (the wisest of it)
But silence when there is much to say
Could be fear (the worse form of respect)
Silence before one is asked to
Silence when there is none to talk to
Silence where words would not do
Such is greatness bound to
Silence, outstanding of all magic words
Silence, sharpest of all verbal swords
Confronted with much yet ill to say
Pray, let silence have its way
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Am simply a creative person with a flair for art and music. I'm a Nigerian; science by the paper, art by nature. I read poems so much that I became a poet myself and in it I find full happiness.
Last updated April 15, 2015