Silence Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

The words are moving upward and floating in the space
It's going to break the zero, the high of the field
Spreading two hands, I'm going away
Towards any dumb found country

The evening has come down to the lone hill
In the song of the forest—
Dry leaves shiver

Such a time
Spreading two hands, I'm going to a different country

In that day also
The kinship of twilight will rouse the impulse
In my own

There is no more melancholy
Only the endless silence remained
Inside the words, the incessant injury
At the end of the day

Keep my sleeping face
In the deep silence of your moistened heart