My silence was the silence, silence of rocks,
My silence, it was the silence of the stones,
Rocks and stones,
Rocks, stones and trees;
Of the landscapes
Full of ups and downs.
I had not been silent,
Silent,
All silent,
They made me, turned me to
And went I silent,
Silencing myself.
My silence was the silence
Forced to take on,
My silence was the silence
Of elegies and obituaries
And I had been busy writing with them
And I confided in.
After the all commotion,
Ruffle and rustle,
Saw I silence,
All quiet and silently
Prevailing upon.
I had been silent,
Silent for them,
My words snatched
And made silent
And I found myself dumbfounded and awe-struck.
Breaking my silence,
I want to say,
All about my experiences and feelings
Before I go away,
Go away from here.
I do not know it
Why did I like it,
Why did I dislike,
Silence was all that I needed
And it silenced me too?
Bijay Kant Dubey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-silence-9/
