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"Silence is the virtue of wise, 
The words within you won't let you rise
Emotions are worthless to analyze
Pour it all down there, so as to paralyze"
Said they, in order to tantalize
But the voice within me, keeps mocking & knocking, 
Interrogating me within the bars of strokes, continuously clocking
Commanding me to ruminate all around, all the while
Be it Catastrophic inside, but on the surface ought not to deny a smile

What is silence without words averting verity? 
What is reticence without thoughts fighting for clarity? 
The wordless world might sound great 
As if a blind date
Upholding the so called threat
Still wanna debate? No other option rather than to wait! 

The words wrestling inside will create a mystery
For which you'll yearn and discern
That grasping voice you dislike will be void someday
For which you'll crave and burn
That idiotic laugh making no sense is on it's way to halt
But, you'll be on the way to find miles to return
You'll be on the way to take a U-turn 
But, 
Ohh dear dearest! 
It soon will be too late to learn
It's no longer an issue to concern
Cause, the disturbing is on it's way to Saturn!

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