Silence, I have heard your protests,
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.