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
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2023
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