Avinash Nair (19/10/1988)
Sound of Silence
Unseen, unheeded strands of existence,
Unheard is their Sound of Silence,
Dark faces smeared with dirt,
With traces of fear and hurt.
That occasional sound,
The audible pain, is the essence
Of their Sound Of Silence.
Lurking in darkness,
What a sight!
Craving for a willingness,
Or least a pretence,
Is how they express their Sound of Silence.
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