Silence, I have heard your protests,
by Monidipa Basu
the clamors against the walls of incumbent cells
believing in your presence even in the busiest
streets when night falls asleep with the church bells...
Silence I have seen you creep through
the darkest and blindest alleys,
knocking the haunted house in ghostly attire,
peeping out of the mind's unknown ways...
Silence, I have observed thousands take
refuge in your bare laps and refuse to speak words,
during their intimate sufferings stretch hands towards you,
as a bosom friend, as a mighty lord.
Silence, I feel you within myself sometimes
as a mother feels her own flesh growing within her.
Your absence disturbs me and compels me to think,
at times it even inspires to visit mysterious lands so far.