silence is a form of vindication
to the harsh questions in life
do not give it the dignity of a mind
stay silent
mum
to a recent calamity where dead people
teem a once busy street
silence is a blanket
cover them all
stay
calm do not weep
weeping is letting it know that the calamity has won
over you
stay
solid like a pavement
a widow may waddle in a sea of depression &
sing the same song over and over again
asking God that the burden be taken
when you see her
all her hair turn gray
her eyes sunken
her cheeks hollow like a nut without meat
her looks hazy like a foggy road at night in the mountain
do not say any word
stay unaffected
hold her hand and make her feel that you are secure
still
in the chosen space of your
inner silence
silence is your private space
where you are lone ruler of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem