In Your Silence Poem by Shyam Chakraborty

In your silence I weep,
The bewildered lines of my pen
Not enough to shape my tears.
The silence rests at night nearby
My bed and your face burnt
Smeared with ashes, my lips tremble
With my eyes closed and drenched.
They say soul never dies and like
A child I wait counting the stars,
Trying to break the codes of celestial lights
Now with ashes the clouds are colored.
Kartika arrived at last and oozing dews
Drops on the leaves, on flowers, on grasses
But in your silence I’m silent, in void
My blithe dews are now my dismal tears.

*My beloved Grandma (Amma) left me and on her memory.