this morning
thoughts come rushing
like
passengers of
a train on a
rush hour
yet everyone inside
either reads
a book
makes a blank stare
on the window
avoids seeing one
another
and no one is saying
a word
or two
it is like this
at this hour
i am in a journey
and i have no word to say
to everyone i meet
we are on the same train of
silence
we adore silence
with all respect
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