We journey with silence,
As we collide with it,
Burning in it, with it,
Shivering in it, with it.
At birth- no silence.
As toddlers - breaking the silence,
With words we learn, words we utter.
But,
A Boy askes for help, silence .
A Girl askes a question, silence.
Tried to start a conversation, silence.
Raised questions on religion, silence.
Asked why do we do act as neanderthals, silence.
Fought for our basic Rights, silence.
Demanded for a change, silence.
Begged for safety, silence.
Everything is inside a claustrophobic box of silence,
An extremely fragile glass box,
Closing in on us,
While others awaiting what breaks first-
Us or the box?
Growing up,
We somewhere deciced
To be silent to every wrong we've faced, are facing, and will continue to face,
And our silence is a shadow on our voice,
Looming,
Dark,
Vicious,
Poisonous.
Either we'll die silently, or choke on our voices.
So, are you enjoying the silence? The deafening silence?
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Words Of An Idle Mind
Poetry~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP readi...
