We will not speak
When every thing is spread
as a sheet of ice for the scrutiny
As a crystal clear fluid that
Mirrors and reflects everything.
We will not speak
The crunching of the soul
When the sound that reverberates
When the breaking of a heart echoes
As an aftermath of cruelty
We will not speak
The squeezing of thoughts
When they come refreshed as words
Turning a paper black and white
And eyes big with surprise
We will not speak
We will not speak
But make them
cat walk on the ramp of life
Display them
to the world in black and white
Etch them on minds forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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