not a poem

Today I won't write a poem.

Today I will ask. 

I will ask the many of you, lost in your own brief glories,

To be considerate. For a moment. 

Please. 

There are lives, apart from you. 

Aching. Striving. Rushing in grief, 

Repentance, begging for acceptance. 

From others. From themselves. 

Support them. 

Be quiet for a moment. 

Unnecessary comments, 

Aiming for their calmness, 

Concealing the ulterior motive 

Of your satisfaction and your

So called conduct, is not needed. 

Behave.

Stop talking. 

Give them peace. 

Give them time. 

The people, who smiled

When you shined, 

Deserve to be served a 

Solemn and tranquil reply. 

So either listen

Or keep quiet.