some have given me
the indignity of their silence
i have asked the questions
hoping for answers
they only respond with that
quizzical looks
something in me is diminishing
but i know how to cope up with it
i know silence too
i have slept with it
i showered it with the rain of my tears
i give it the mouth that swallowed me
my screams are daggers
that has killed it sometime
gone hysterical
i have retaken what voice i had
this confidence
this word that spits to the indifference of their silence
sigh, there is a syllable in it
that produces the sound of my own unique existence
there is a word that is like a bird in my mouth
soon, i will let it fly, soon i will utter it and give it wings....
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