A Silent Echo

 

                            A Silent Echo

I walk between the graves, for they speak not,

I’m a runaway, ’cause I’ve been spoken to a lot,

Tired of my ears, for I had heard often so much,

Tirades and slants I had met with the rosy touch.

 

I can recall those phrases, in my breast asleep,

I shan’t lend them a tongue, for they are deep,

For a bruise when slighted will oft’ turn a gash,

Cruelly whipped and I shan’t bear another lash.

 

My life remained a reserve of myths but untold,

Faces with masks, those pains I wouldn’t unfold,

With a torn and bleeding heart I kept my smiles,

With myriad of their subtleties I faced only guiles.

 

Countless are my tears, sighs and the grief beside,

Met with disdain ah the ebb and flow of their tide!

A savage world full of beasts with a hundred eyes,

I couldn’t count wiles wrapped in hundred smiles.

 

My sorrows, my pains and afflictions, let them rest,

To mark me, they’ll speak with their might and zest,

Baffled and swooned; yet I’ll kiss them with pale lips,

So swiftly beyond the horizon where the Moon dips!

 

Nowhere in the gusty winds shall they find a trace?

They will live with their flaws, with me never apace,

I didn’t learn how to sail but my canoe was so adrift,

Braving hailstorms, in truthfulness it discerned a gift.                            


Dr. Riaz Ahmad- November 23, 2021

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