The words remain silent
Like a sea without a tide
It has lost its glory.
There are no listeners
To hear it whispering.
The words remain silent
Like a chapter read
And closed in a book
Yet the ears strain
To catch the words
For it drums life
Into this transitory world
Which otherwise is still
Yet, the words remain silent.
By Binita Jha
Like a sea without a tide
It has lost its glory.
There are no listeners
To hear it whispering.
The words remain silent
Like a chapter read
And closed in a book
Yet the ears strain
To catch the words
For it drums life
Into this transitory world
Which otherwise is still
Yet, the words remain silent.
By Binita Jha
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