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Theme: Silence

In Silence

by Venkatesh Emani
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Sometimes, a strange silence grips me
The silence cast by shadows
Of old mansions bent and rickety
In the tattered wash
Of dead evenings....
 
And there is that silence
That runs away, a forest path bent
Under evening shadows
Stumbling out of sight
Into forests of the night....
 
And there is that silence
When the land waits
With bated breath,
When the wandering winds whip
The dust off every doorstep,
When at last the monsoons come
Wearing anklets of passion
And thoughts watch
From behind weeping windowpanes. 
 
And then there is that silence
Of the wide open skies at night, 
The coy and bashful moon 
Amid the pindrop silence
Of hamlets beyond the stars
Amid the green and breezy fields 
Of the milky way....

28-Mar-2021

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank You, Madam. Your words of appreciation mean a great deal. Good Day.

Venkatesh Emani
29-Mar-2021 02:22 AM

Comment Enjoyed this poem immensely. The eloquence with which the many silences have been portrayed made for great reading. Thank you.

Shernaz
28-Mar-2021 23:36 PM


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