I Became Silent Poem by Naveed Akram

I became silent when he intruded
And asked me repeated questions,
With the consolatory words to say.
Locking the door behind him,
I had been so lonely and obedient
To the din of his voices and shadows
But all in a flash of excitement.
In view of my sad condition,
He came responding after a few hours
Of lunch and breakfast.

The return was discomforting in the whole
Idea and standard of thinking.
At thought of approach,
He muddled with the damp, hard floor
Of my dungeon cell,
With formidable whips appearing,
Insight was a terrific helper and person
But his questions were demanding,
And I had to keep his name
In living memory.

I was a face pockmarked,
But with kind expression
For I had to love my enemy.