Silence

Busty roads, vehicles chatter, sneaky horns,

Words sometimes carry even more thorns,

They say more than a thousand twenty,

Is the upper limit even if we turn fifty,

Below twenty also can't humans hear,

Could we try to listen to silence and bear,

Yes, silence too can be heard,

Understood and felt though seem wierd,

Sit along a calm beachside,

Where you see an empty road wide,

Look for the waves of water shine,

How the flow is quiet, smooth and streamline,

Only when we are away from all worry,

No urgency of work and hurry,

Can truly appreciate what silence has to say,

In its own enchanting, serene way.