A Whisper In Silence Poem by Sumita Jetley

In New York's heart where towers touch the sky,
Lives Meera, with a twinkle in her eye.
Indian by birth, yet a New Yorker too,
She finds her peace where words are few.

Sipping chai by the windowpane,
She watches life's ever-changing frame.
Faces rush by in a hurried dance,
Each one lost in a fleeting trance.

In a world that speaks, she chooses to hear,
The silent stories that people wear.
Her thoughts her dialogue, her eyes her voice,
In the quiet, she makes her choice.

Through Chelsea's art and Hudson's flow,
In Central Park where soft winds blow,
She walks alone yet never feels apart,
For gratitude fills her silent heart.

In a Village bookstore, one fine day,
A stranger walks her quiet way.
'Beautiful, isn't it? ' he dares to say,
She smiles, and he understands, okay.

So Meera wanders through the city's maze,
A whisper in silence, lost in a daze.
What happens next? Does she find her grace?
That's another story, in another place.

What do you think lies ahead for her?
A voice found, or silence as her answer?
Meera's tale is a mystery still,
A whisper in the silence, a quiet thrill.