In Silence Poem by Prayag Saikia

Not your travelling words
vanishing in the sky - -

Silence should not be wounded
with elusive cry.

Pen a few lines
with ink,
leave a little human touch.

I enjoy the sound of
afternoon steps of the old messenger.

Pen a few lines
I'll peer
I'll smell
I'll open
I'll kiss your fine arrival.

You'll grow like a tree
to touch the sky,
you'll droop
to bring forth seeds of a new beginning.

Wherever you are,
steal some time
from your inky sky.

I promise my answer in silence
with a vintage quill.