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Silent World

The cold breeze sways past me,

Smoothly, silently, quietly

I don’t hear its gush,

Maybe it has sensed my exception,

Or had read the caption,

‘the silent world’

Stippled on my soul, my being,

Stumped on my life, my spring.

Though it’s my tiny cocoon,

Though it’s so quite,

But here’s also the pounding of heart,

So don’t tear it apart,

By your harshness, your ignorance.

Come to me,

Talk to me,
Listen the silent music,

Of the silent life.
The life which thinks,

Its the creation way,

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