It darted in the deep brown woods
and clapped and cooed and laughed and croaked.
It swooped itself, down to the clovers,
and rose high among the aged oaks.

When crisp butterflies visited wild flowers,
it fluttered beside them, holding its tongue.
Secretly it gulped in their myriad colours;
not knowing it drank reflections of the sun.

It pranced in troves amidst coarse tendrils,
and slept beside the foxes at night.
When the birds chirped their melodies at dawn,
it woke startled and fled away in fright.

It sprintedΒ intoΒ the subfusc caves,
and lay suffused in its hollow requiem.
It spread its arms in sadistic embrace;
to devour the lioness’ hungry scream.

It twirled with the leaves lying on the earth,
and glided with the snakes in tow.
It followed the deers to the glistening rivers,
and in the merry of the waters, it was found no more…

– Sameen

P.S.: For all those times when silence talks and all those times when the sounds of the river muffles it.

Special thanks to my sister for asking me to change the poem from passive to active. I think it has made a big difference.

34 thoughts on “Silence

  1. Hey Sameen, this is ia brilliant piece of writing. Really enjoyed this.
    Well done.
    Favourite lines : “and lay suffused in its hollow requiem”


  2. Brilliant! Reminds me of poems by Dylan Thomas (and, from me, that’s a compliment because he is one of my favourite poets!). I love the imagery and rhythm here, it is so effective!


  3. chin in Chinese is love therefore chinu is chinu(U)

    One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.
    Romain Rolland
    Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.
    Thomas Robert Dewar
    Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
    Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
    Sarah Bernhardt
    Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

    Valentine greeting form a 59 year youth

    Like the sweetly budding rose,
    Freshened by the gentle rain
    Like the Evening Star that glows,
    Brightest of the starry train
    Like a well arranged Bouquet,
    Where the fairest flowers combine,
    Odours rich and colours gay,
    Is my own Sweet Valentine


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