Silent Breeze Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Dawn's dew-fresh rays flow like silent breeze
And hide in day's bright eye till dusk falls;
Profound thoughts from bright cool mind
Shoot in whimpers to win battles and wars;
It is uttaras who boast and flee from battles
While abhimanyus break-in to valour's court
In the still of calm passions that stream in roots;
Old engines stream thick smokes
And pull in shudders and deafening rattles;
Rusts make doors to give loud bleats and shrieks;
It is dead wastes that arrogate rigor mortis
While spirit sits dumb in wisdom's grace;
It is inner sprite in Heaven's sunshine and peace
That treads in regal, silent strides,

Love is silent; beauty and wisdom, silent;
Fullness is silent while half-full, boisterous;
To be is commotion; Being, contentment
Where all is still in pregnant peace;
Harmony is silent tune, noise is discord,
Silent oneness is life; disintegration, death;
The gust of hot passions thin out to spent force
While silent streams infall to oceans,
Silent weights instate on firm, quiet field
While weightlessness brings uncertain sways
And motions with unbound, unsteady clamours
To fill void inside with hot airs from outside;
Silence is peace, fullness; silence, confidence;
A still brood of strength to vanquish noisy strifes.