Silence

The morsel you long for

I have devoured it!

Long ago, when you were asleep,

Unknown,

In dreams that I gave.

I have entagled you

In the rendezvous of every day.

Dead bodies

Lost in the labyrinths of

Chaos that I gave.

Often, I make no chewing noise,

But sometimes you may hear

A tuned burp!

An illusion of mine

So that you live.

And then begins your awful cries

At the roads, at the squares,

At Jantar Mantar, in universities,

On white snow and red soil,

Across the fields and rivers.

Groan!

Till you sleep again,

Cry for I do not hear.

The walls of North and South blocks

Are thick enough.

Beyond the majestic Raisina, Nothing is seen

Nothing is known, Nothing is heard.