Whispering of Silence
While listening to the note of
stupid silence ,
often I forget to stop
my naked soul.
How faintly it peeps into the shadow,
framed in the body
of a piece of wind !
A lullaby of a cascade
echos through the blue rain drops.
The ardent flames of my dying eyes
rush to the secret windows of mind
to scratch a geometry
of my open sky....
Copyright © Nilima Deb | Year Posted 2016
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