All those word that flowed by
without waiting to get filled, know
That silence is not a vacant space.
There are rivers buried in it
Waiting ghats too.
Every word that flies into its own silence
Knows that silence is not darkness.
In it are hidden stars,
and so much of light.
Standing outside the closed door
can you hear each word
dying without breath?
All those were for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silence is not darkness. In it are hidden stars, and so much of light. great write.