My Silence

They said to keep silent But my silence speaks much My master said, "Silence is the master of knowledge.” But the silence wanders as a verbose inquisitive No one is a listener of the silent speech That’s why the silence writes itself lonely The dazzling white paper invokes the drizzling of pen The silence configures itself as the words of the poem Summer to spring, cradle to the graveyard The silence touches the soul of the tongue © Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 29/04/2023