Silence, Tears And Rain Poem by Deepa Thomas

Sometimes silence is so loud and strange
And can be heard across a thousand miles
May be rain can hide those tears for a while
Which keep flowing without any constraints

But won’t this rain stop one day
And expose those silent tears?
Wont these raindrops stop its cold grip
And my hot tears stop its masquerade?

Sometimes, I wish for at least a voice
Which can kill this cold and bitter silence
And their monotonous tone of accusations
And their never-ending complaints

And I hope that the rain stops for now
And you have a little time to spare
And listen carefully to my tears
When my tears start to speak slowly
In their special and secret language
And you can understand it perfectly…