Something was smouldering inside,
Since several dark nights
Tossing and turning about,
Desperate to come out
To be free as a bird,
In the form of Words...
A dream, some hope, or pain or desire?
I laughed, and moved on but,
Cries were getting higher
Aaah! They hurted, I was a liar.
Found a corner to hide,
And sat down to write
Searched the depths of my soul
Something came out after a while...
No words can paint,
The hopes I carry in vain
In the world where all is play,
I fear being called insane
Silence is my color,
Painted all over
Deep and blue like the sea
Can't set them free!
One day I'm sure
they'll rest with me...
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Comments about this poem (The Silence by Shivani Agarwal )
- Life, Soul Watcher
- Song of Myself, LII, Walt Whitman
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- Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies, Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Gone From My Sight, Henry Van Dyke
- When I Die, Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
- A LONG NIGHT, Satish Verma
- Ideals And Ethical Dreams, Margaret Alice Second
- Inner Peace, Leong Ming Loong
- God! ! man, SALINI NAIR
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