to that experience that propels me to write more
Read the silence within as it succumbs
To know the depths of my haloed utterings
Filled brimful with empathy for have nots
Spacious in its breath that bleeds continually
Touch the silence drowning my active mind
To realize the sanctity of the divinity found
Choked erratically with sorrow for poverty
Straddled in viscous circles of enamored pride
Squeeze the silence emanating from inaction
To allow the blood in its fury spill through
Wrecked fragments of unconstrued understanding
Channelized in its optimum veracity unhindered
Melt the silence that erupts forth as lava
To cool precious on the sands of dangerous time
Unrestrained moving onward as it needless bends
Churning motive that languishes in the sadness
Ruin the silence that apparent peace reflects
To cull the ferocity dancing unabated in layers
Spread within unchecked unravelled untouched
Protecting the staid recollection of an upset event
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
I wish to break that silence to come anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem