All About Silence - Poem by Soubhagyabanta Maharana
Silence keeps me mum
Like a hermit’s early dawn
Suffocating the sanguine sun in winter.
The baseless time of living
Gets overwhelmed with suffocation
In the memory of my longing
For life, love and liberty.
In the pictorial history
Of a serene morning
Gleams letter of longevity
Of an unknown soul.
Since the very dawn of civilization
Man has been searched by the gipsy time
To come across his poetic self
Of a lofty realization.
Now obsolete noises
Are yawning in the lonely lawn
Of a dilapidated house
To seek a dazzling sun
Amid the clouds of
Agony and despair of a primordial sky.
Looking beyond the upsurge
of ardent desire
In my solitary chamber
I feel often the sting of silence
To look for eternal tranquillity
Deciphering my inner identity.
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