Silence Poem by Prafulla Sahu

Silence

Silence is a garrulous stuff, a fluent campaigner of throat sing.

In the dead of night i have heard it cramming the day-long lessons in tick tick rhyme

On the top of hill it chatters, chirps and screams to overwhelm the skyful air

A lonely passerby can listen to its endless note as pleasant as a solitary reaper's country song

In the winter it moans and sobs, shedding tears of snow in thuds

In spring it reads aloud in pride cu..ckooing the lyrical love letter with flowers in hands

In tropical summer midday it whistles like mad wind.

Wordsworth reserved the company of solitude in a couch to heal his moods

Frost trailed its commands to go miles before he sleeps

Budha clasped the garrulous void to realise the woes of noisy world

Where to takes me my weekend contract love for hills, valleys, woods, mountains and snow,
the home of quietude? ?