Silence

My silence,

Your silence

Understands each other

Whether your silence is the Lord

Mine just a follower of it

It has a pride.

Its own style

Somewhere hidden

Somewhere seeable

Sometimes it is made possible,

Sometimes it is mandatory.

I have observed it,

Very bleakly

Somewhere it is a king

Somewhere it is like a beggar.

Somewhere it is like an un-wanted lover.

Burnt hearted. . .

Silence

Silence

My silence,
Your silence
Understands each other
Whether your silence is the Lord
Mine just a follower of it
It has a pride.
Its own style
Somewhere hidden
Somewhere seeable
Sometimes it is made possible,
Sometimes it is mandatory.
I have observed it,
Very bleakly
Somewhere it is a king
Somewhere it is like a beggar.
Somewhere it is like an un-wanted lover.
Burnt hearted. . .
Silence