The Silence I Love Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Sitting on a rock nearby the stream
In silence listening to its rhythm,
Watching the pebbles blue, red and white
I discover peace in cool waters of it.

The silence prevailing in my garden
Interspersed with the humming of drones,
The fluttering of birds in the early dawn
Draws me there again and again.

The music of burning wood in fire
In the early morning of winter;
The sounds of fan, fridge and birds at night
Make me feel that I exist.

Walking alone to the riverside
I enjoy the sounds of the spreading nets;
The songs of the oarsman from mid river
Make me sit there for hours together.

The waves crashing on the sand dunes,
The sounds of the bell from temple side,
The splashing of water by a child on street,
The dropping of dew on leaves at night,
A heavy downpour in the month of August,
The flowing melody of cowboy’s flute,
The slipping of dry leaves while walking at night,
The bending of trees under gentle breeze,
The squeaking sounds of the beaks of two birds on it,
Make the silence very pleasant.

It is in the very nature of silence
That I find the chords of life,
Connect myself to the nature around,
Find the life stream to be very pleasant.