Why is the Silence so loud?
Raucous,can't even hear my head.
Why is my mind so bold now?
Defiant,Blatant,my heart bled.
Why now,the brazen up beat,
Now is when I cried the most.
A fire so bright that I don't see my feet.
Why now, when I am grief's host?
Why the sudden jolt to weave and bead?
Now, when every hope is burnt down,
Why the insolent voice that won't cede?
Why now, when I need the silent mourn?
Why suddenly a change to the voice?
A pert gritty noise hiking to smiles.
Why suddenly mind? Why this choice?
Of all times,why now the trials?
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
