Silence....Poem by Amitha Anikuttan
Silence isn't silent It's the saviour of voice That erases the noise Never think of it as emptiness It's the process of enriching Leading to the holy fullness You can not find inactivity As it's the source of activity Within the envelope of wisdom Listen a while.. You could hear the clanger Like the red hot iron The thoughts getting moulded Behind the walls of silence The echoing footsteps The ticking needles The falling raindrops The sigh of relief All are well carved In the depths of silence Silence embraces loneliness It hacks the mind Prickles the memories Both lovely and awful With its sharp finger nails As a mirror it lurks.. Try a shake hand with it, Then.. Silently... You will begin to love your life.. By Amitha Anikkuttan, XII B