The Silence Speaks
As a calm prevails before the storm arises,
A blankness of the battlefield before the actual war erupts,
The power that connects us to ourselves,
Taking us away from all the life’s interrupts.
The silence indeed speaks,
In anger, when the face turns red,
The quiet blows persist,
After what’s gone wrong and what’s been said.
The silence prevails and persists more deeply,
On the face which endured endless turmoils,
The deep-rooted sadness speaks from within,
It needs no words for a soul entangled in coils.
The silence was broken when we were born,
But as time went by we learned through silence in complete serenity,
We found a newer side in our ownself and the world,
Till the time we were lost into the silence for eternity.
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