Silence please!
Let my loving words sleep with ease!
Like a hard task master
I warned them not to scream or mutter
And with a great effort lulled them into deep slumber
See on their cheeks mark of fingers and dry tear,
See how they look like dead leaves of autumn
Drained of hope and happiness deaf and dumb.
I doubt if ever they wake up again!
Perhaps, if your words like golden champa bloom in my garden
And drifted by cool breeze kiss their silent lips
Scented with love and heavenly bliss.
Then only slowly their eyes will open
And like the Nightingales in the wee hour at the dawn
They will whistle, trill, gurgle in melodious voice
Tasting the luscious fruit of love ripened in silence!
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