Silence That Speaks Poem by Valsa George
Silence That Speaks
Silent move the meek docile lambs,
Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside.
Food and shelter is all they need,
And abide to be sheared with no trace of dissent.
Silent are the beasts that trot along,
Miles on end through rugged roads,
Blissfully ignorant of what awaits,
They stagger lamely to the slaughter house.
Mournful is the silence of the slaves,
Flogged and beaten to bear the yoke,
Stifled is their cry within the throats,
Never once let out to break the calm around.
Heart rending is the silence of the dumb,
Trying in vain to utter fleeting thoughts,
Through signs and gestures crude to view,
Lisping and blabbering in broken sounds.
Fierce is the silence that lingers on,
The ones subdued under stark threat of life,
Gagged and tied unable to moan or move,
While looted of all that is hoarded in life.
Woeful is the silence that befalls,
On the man who watches and pass unmindful,
An innocent, brutally hunted down,
Bathed in blood and pleading to be saved.
Cruel turns the silence of the one,
Who neither accedes nor dissents,
The anguished plea of the devout lover,
To bind the hearts and share the life.
Venerable is the silence of the monk,
Who withdraws into his cloistered cell,
To commune with the Benign Power within,
In a language not audible to anyone around.
Silence turns golden for the sober man,
Who remains sedate when taunted or abused,
And shuts his mouth with great restraint,
To prevent a brawl from brewing up.
Silent lies the dead, beneath the sod,
Actors who once rocked the stage,
They exited out from this turbulent world,
To be shrouded within the dark crevices still.
Graver is the silence of those alive,
Who stay cocooned within their impenetrable self,
Never responding to Time’s clarion call,
To wake up and rout the belligerent troupes around.
Your poem has inspired me to write a few lines. Nature is silent, even then she says, Her speeches are delivered in shining rays. Hot in fatigue of troublesome days, Followed by nights of milky ways. Nature is the poetess of lovely rhymes, Her songs, her music, living all times.
Thank you Akhtarji for your appreciation of the poem...! The six liner poem you have composed here inspired by my write is really beautiful.... Enjoyed much!
Very thought provoking poem on silence...so sad for animals who have to bare cruelty and all aspects silence says, loved reading this...regards
Silence at times is a unseen crime to not speak out against the unspeakable acts of cruelty towards people and animals. Silence is a vendetta of looking the other way when wrong doings are plain to see. Awesome, outstanding write Valsa!
A heartrending depiction has been made about silence that can touches the heart of the readers. From the beginning it has much impact in humanity, Let me cite...Silent move the meek docile lambs, / Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside. / Food and shelter is all they need, /And abide to be sheared with no trace of dissent. A brilliant poem. This should be come to POD. Thanks for sharing.10
silence is painful and heartrending, when the deed known to be done is not done....
one of the more striking stanzas: “Woeful is the silence that befalls, On the man who watches and pass unmindful, An innocent, brutally hunted down, Bathed in blood and pleading to be saved” whether “man” or “beast” [sometimes ‘men’ are ‘beasts’! ], “silence” can forebode/hint at oppression or suppression, but you have given a few examples of when it is ‘golden’, or neutral. if I could be more silent at home, I would probably stay out of trouble (with the home-boss) more often! ! I may not understand the last stanza well, but the poem is nicely done. I’ll place this into my/our August showcase for PH poets on my PH site. thanks. bri :)
Very nicely composed on every aspect of silence.....Valsa.....really one of the best ever composed on silence...... your work can be felt in silence the way nature's grandest work is felt in silence......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 12:04:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One great poem that push my throat to scream, open my mouth but no sound comes : How right this poem spoke! as If you could hear my heart's silent cries...