Do not read my words but silence
for my words hold no meaning but my silence does,
I will sell my words but silence will I keep
for my silence is precious ,
I will search new meanings of silence ,
a lexicon, for every silence is individual ,
a silence out of hunger and a silence of saturation ,
a silence before storm and prayerful silence ,
a silent siesta and a child silent after a tiring wail ,
silence when a lover and beloved meet and a silence of mourning
silence, many sell, some weigh heavy on heart
and some silent blowing of breeze
but I will buy the mystic silence of a beautiful creator
who created a vast field of silence
so that one lover could speak and one beloved could hear

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Kavita Jain

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a woman who sees the mystic beauty in nature , faith in a majestic creator and love to read the words that come from the depth of heart
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@kavita_jain, that’s true that in silence one lover speaks as the other hears. Even as no word is spoken, lovers understand. About your poem, we will say no more, and in silence, hope you will understand us.

Geeta Varma

Silence of the heart!


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