In lonesome
Or in unison
Something in their sage
Is always hidden
They are the trespassers
In others' minds
They read the thoughts
Dumb or blind
Pretty much visionary
And explorers of discoveries
With ideas greater than
Oceans & seas
Verbally speak much
May they not
But to the world their intellect
Do connect the dots
Research says, empty brains
Make the loudest of noise
Thought of theirs not worth any chores
But only voice
The innovative of all are
Who evinces and finds
All by self, ascertains and creates
They are the loudest of minds
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