Your Stoic Silence Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Your stoic silence at times
For the reasons best known to you
Usually difficult to apprehend
No reasons in fact to attribute
For the sudden change over
From a rhythmic jingle
Of a lonely stream
To a stunning silence.

Like an irresistible fountain
In the mountain terrain
You area garrulous
And enchant everybody by your
Sweet rhymes.
What impels you to plunge in to?
Absolute silence at times
Like the amphibian rests in hibernation.

An azure deep sea befools every onlooker
By its serenity everywhere
No waves, no sea storm
Nothing of that sort perturb its surface
But disappoints each other
What is inside to read and presume?
The men have devoted generations.
The sky is enriched with pregnant rain
Is it possible to measure?
How much water it contains?
Like the mountains enriched with
Stones, gravels, minerals and what not
It is really impossible to predict
What is inside and underneath the monstrous mountain?

You are that azure sea
That mountain, a massive structural design
Of the Creator on the canvas of the mother earth
That pregnant rain
Which has shadowed the sun?
And conquered the sky without much pain
And that blank blue sky
Still it is to be known
What exactly it contains?

You look catastrophic
And unreadable
When you are completely drowned in the
Calmness and stay alone in silence.
I am frowned to encounter the situation
In mystic innocence
As the frightful time ahead, I know.

Fountains, moonlit night, snow-clad mountain
And nomadic rains
Everything is same and equal
As the world around has plunged in to darkness
Any body does not influence me
Material wealth or worldly success, anything
At this moment, Look!
When the world is plunged into darkness
I am blissfully left to my fortune alone.

I am in a serious fix
It is not easy to identify
What is what
I am turned blind
Or unusual darkness reigns over the world
I wandered here and there to unearth the truth
And bag happiness.

Doctors view the disease is incurable
Darkness will prevail on as it is
Can one dispel blindness at this stage?
Howa can I know?
Night or light
Which one is great?
As light is painful
Let me sink in to
The perpetual darkness
To know who am I?