Silence
From time to time,
silence has a charming look;
And at times, unappealing;
every so often, the face appears;
And now and again, it vanishes.
Sometimes, its visage is as glamorous,
as the phoenix’s feathers,
And as beautiful
as the countenance of that wisdom,
who has been jailed
in the small cage of narrow-mindedness
for centuries…
Sometimes, Silence is frightful and fed-up:
the phantom of the face of fear,
when it spreads out,
forbidding and frightful,
over the nest of a lone soul,
wherein the fast pulse of the bird
Says something about an ominous disaster:
Coming of the evil
I have listened to the sound of the silence
in the serenity,
when, it takes the place of sorrow
as the mourning has been over
and the relentless flood of tears
has gone astray
In the dry eyes of lifelong years
Still I have noted the silence
accompanied by the misery,
when it surges like an arctic ocean
in the dark nights of icy seclusion,
as the ship of dream has been lost
amid the wild waves of woe
as if, centuries have passed
from the beginning moment:
the start of the voyage
and it’s vanishing
In the heart of the darkness
Since silence has many manifestations,
to see which face of the stillness
Unveils itself,
my heart remains silently in her solitude!
Mr.MehrdadBahar