The Silence1 min 428 1 min 428
I often try to know
That nights come to show
That speaks in every night
The silence in the dark streets
It speaks an untold story
Shows the harsh reality of society
Realises the presence of miniature
Shows the lives of beggars and strugglers.
When the silence speaks nothing is heard
Except it's an only friend, a bird
The silence speaks after separation
Becomes complicated, brings destruction
It is the witness of many decades
No-one can understand, it narrates
It is the message of destructive future
Nobody can understand but the miniature.
Only a few can understand the silence
Those who feel the real absence
The silence is my best friend
When everyone left, it didn't leave my hand
I feel it be a tortoise
It hides in the presence of noise.
One day we will be part of the silence
Whoever we are, they may feel our absence
The silence, the omnipotent in the world
When it speaks nothing can be heard.