Voices Of Silence Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

In the heart of Sound,
The voices of Silence are seeking for an abode,
Who knows since when the ominous shadows have been pasted on the boundary wall and on the door?
For how long Dust has been settling on the exhausted countenance of the Evening?
The winds of Fleeting Night flip the pages of magazines;
Resting head in the lap of memory,
What are looking for in dusk the Thirsty Eyes, in the newspaper?
It contains neither the detail of any pain nor meanings,
Neither description of dreams nor of memories,
Neither the river flowing with thoughts nor any thought at dance, nor gossips of the Evening mingling into the hooting of train.
How will agility of the Words will find panting moments of silent windows?
After a few moments this day too will go across the world,
The world where gushes of the wind are stagnant;
Passing over some roofs of tin somewhere are vibrating in the dome of Sound,
The impatient sighs of the Lost Day.