Silence
B.P Sharma
Netherlands
If silence becomes your friend
go to the garden
and smile alone.
If fed up with talking, gossiping
with noises around you,
go to the bathroom
and sing a beautiful song
of a summer cuckoo or autumn dews
silently.
Or weeping willows.
Be friendly with your silence
if disturbed or treated badly
It’s like an evil
dangerous as blazing fire
that burns in hell,
and at times walks like a cat in
heaven
looking for graveyards of gods.
Life has no divine purpose, so
eat, survive, and multiply
for generations,
it has no grace or blessings or curses
from above
so, love and live.
Hates have melodies of wild beings,
dear to deafs of any creed
but the songs of love that humans sing
for a human, echo around every
living heart in wilderness.
Dance with all seasons
till death whispers your last wishes,
sing the songs of lost history
of humanity
and pray for the living souls
in silence.
Sometimes pens knock at your door
to wake you up
and sometimes pistols to close your
eyes.
Do not spread red carpet silently
to welcome devils born
in the sky.
If your voice is being silenced
question it, before you are gone,
evils do not wipe out your tears
in the evolving streets
filled with hungry idiots and madness
of twenty-first century.
But, to be silent is not a crime
it is not a property of wild judgement!
nor is a slave of personal interests
that don’t serve human dignity and freedom,
it’s a thunder like voices
that rumble across the oceans
and far , far from you and me !