The Orbit Of Great Silence

Dead men 

Do have words in their heart 

Do you listen to it..?

He is sleeping, shameless,

Will you tell me his identity...?

Don't call him. He is silent.

Strong rock black stone,

Can a stone talk to any one..?

You can write some pebble,

Engrave, if you can.

Are you a sculpture..?

Obviously, not then 

Who wrote his fate..? 

Metaphors, Like God or divinity 

Not sure.

He is dark as the night

Deep as sea, long as the desert 

Mightiest, as the wind,

Reserved, as the mountains 

Darker than the sin,

Holy as the heart,

Pure than the water,

Brighter, than the fire,

Patient, than the earth.

Time tried a lot to defeat him,

He fought like a warrior,

Death, the non-answerable 

Won over life 

He was victimized by it.

Everything lost,

he sang the song of life,

never believed in destiny,

never annoyed with agony, 

he himself cut in two curves 

like a river, never stopped in a ban,

Nor had a pessimistic attitude ,

In between life and death he enjoyed a linear line.

never asked any one,

never demanded the life 

For what he had not.

Just a silent soul, born, accomplished his job, 

gone away, 

mingled with deep deep darkness,

The Soul,life & death 

In between, nothing else

A linear lane, 

Don't disturb him as he is 

lying dead,

Inside the orbit of,

A great silence.