When Silence Is The Editor Poem by Nosheen Irfan
When Silence Is The Editor
Your silence stings my solitude
Editing my thoughts and words
Into the language of barren trees
On each page I flip, I see your hand erasing
The alphabets of my unfinished script
I dump my love story into the trash bin
I cannot be the writer of my destiny.
Nosheen loved the poem all the way through, especially the first two lines
It turned out to be the loudest voice from the soul. The silence can never be so powerful. I quote my fav lines: I dump my love story into the trash bin I cannot be the writer of my destiny.100*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/15/2026 2:01:25 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Disappointment, so deeply and explicitly felt. Reaches out bravely in all its hurting vent. Brave poem.