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In silence....

The Breeze said ,
Dew Drops aren't so sacred
As your tears - 
A tear dropped down so tersely.

The Night said,
My darkness isn't so amiable,
As your fears - 
My fear clutched me more furiously.

Moon said ,
My moonbeams aren't so loyal
As your heart with your soul - 
I put my hand on my heart.

Heartbeats , beating fast
In drum like discipline,
They said slowly - 
We are with you 
Countless in number

 Like small diamonds of a rich necklace,


        
One by one 
Living and dying
In soft cadence
Say, thus,  they to me - 
Meet us in silence
Meet your soul too
because we are here just by you
For you,
And only for you....


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MOHAMMAD NAYEEM said…
The tears and the fear, the soul and the heartbeat, some factual and some feelings, knitted together beautifully, all these mostly reminiscent of one’s solitude, yet removing those loneliness by accompanying you from within your ownself :)
March 18, 2010 at 10:01 AM
@ngel ~ said…
Nayeem - you have beautifully appreciated my poem and given the crux of it ... I think even I would not have been able to explain it so better as you have done :)
Thank you!
March 18, 2010 at 10:04 AM
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