Silence Prevails Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Wars thundered heard all over the world
But could not win one single word.
Guns, tanks, fighters all came to rest at last;
At the same time, world became fast and fast.

Pulpits banged, infidels cursed hard;
Enemies were ordered to be put to sword.
Silent guns, in papery fields, fought word-wars
And put the hellish rivals behind bars.

Storms, tsunamis, volcanoes thunder loud
And seem to be of their status proud.
They spread havoc like cruel kings,
But at last Breeze, the anthem of peace sings.

Man’s mind, a factory of noise, day and night
Prepares products of most horrible sight.
Stream of consciousness never takes rest


But at last icy Death brings down high crest.

One day, the din of Judgement Day will rise
Each being will be stunned with great surprise.
Again Silence will descend and all would die
No sound will survive, even a meager sigh.

Urban rattling is baffled by graveyard,
Of all roars, silence is the last reward.
Silence is to be born of each noise’ womb
This thing is conveyed by each sleeping tomb.