Voice Of Silence

Cloth drenched, land wet,

Heart filled with pain,

Was it me or the rain,

That longed whom I never met!

The leaves still, the flowers still,

Cries of my vessels, only sound,

Can you hear, its loud,

That echoed in the vacant, you instill!

Call the wind and the sea,

To hear my silence roar,

Is it my agony or despair reaching its shore,

That I long hide, but now all can see!