Silence

Silence short poem

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They say the things that finally break you,
Are the words stuck in your throat.
And she has years of thoughts not uttered,
Crammed in the pockets of her coat.
A whispher among a word,
That’s learnt only to speak.
Where silence must be broken,
For the proof that is weak.
But wherein lies the weakness,
Of keeping words held in your hands?
When others listen just to reply,
She listens just to understand.
Surely its strength when things unspoken,
Fill the room upto the brim,
And she’s the only one among them,
Who has taught herself to swim!!

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I am an Engineering Graduate immersed in the love of literature. Words bring colour to my emotions and help me describe the inner me. Writing is the inseparable part of me.
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