The Silences are worn
Like that beautiful gem shining on the finger
Whose other end is very sharp
Keeps pricking night and day
Whereas the silences keep smiling Innocently
The silences are decorated
Like the tall buildings and
Impenetrable forts with closed doors
In the effort to dig a tunnel
The mind gets hurt every moment
Whereas the silences spend their whole life alone
The silences are walls without windows,
their paint vanished by waiting
The mind keeps following an echo,
striking curiosity, striking anxiety,
while the silences wait unbroken,
the body is yet to count the burden
The silences are judged
Like a serious crime
That cannot be written in the justice book
In the absence of a witness
Free from the fear of being declared guilty
Don't know why
The silences give life imprisonment to others
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
