Call Of Silence Poem by Ishita Mehta

Call Of Silence

Rating: 5.0


From cloudy calm sky,
As raindrops gently fall
Beyond the hazy horizon,
I can here someone call.

A call that I had
So often heard;
Ringing in my ears
With chirping of the birds.
Although like the rustling of leaves
It always has been low,
Yet seems to be from a person
For ages whom I know.

From behind the clouds,
As out comes the moon
From the person I bet,
I will hear again, very soon.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sarwar Chowdhury 23 June 2009

beautiful word-picture has been painted by you! 10+

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 29 June 2009

hey..wow...a simple and delicately beautiful poem. loved it. silent..and soothing. very well done. thank you very much.

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Adi Cox 07 July 2009

This seems to me, to be a very deep poem about recognizing the voice of silence. I wonder to myself is this the personification of nothing? Does no one realy exist in the abstract world of poetry? An excellent thought provoking poem.10/10.

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Afzal Shauq 07 July 2009

From cloudy calm sky, As raindrops gently fall Beyond the hazy horizon, I can here someone call. again very romantic poem and start from the above stanza is very heart knocking, soul shaking with pleasure.. hey poet fo loev and romance you are really doing a good job..keep it on and never stop writing..really loving poem this one..liked it much..10++++++++++++

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Alf Hutchison 07 July 2009

Ishita... this is how God calls you... never stop listening.... Fine write my young friend an intelligence far beyond your years 10 plus Regards Alf... PS I love rhythm and rhyme poetry

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Obinna Eruchie 16 July 2009

Beautiful in a touching way.

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Rafique Farooqi 16 July 2009

Beautiful imagery....by a.wonderful princess of words....

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Moe F. Babii 16 July 2009

i love it... its a truely beautiful poem!

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Allemagne Roßmann 08 July 2009

I can here someone call.......i remind you of the spelling mistake...here should be hear..... Silence is sometime speech and cacophony is the discretion only after a spell of silence which could be one event or a series of incidents coherent or coincidental...or may be contemporary.....well written 10+

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Broken Heart 07 July 2009

vry nicely done! ! ...10+

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