Being in love with the night,

I love the darkness surrounding

Her, the poise tunes her silence,

Leaving many tacit words in

The dark, the breeze lets her

Speak, the wind stumbles upon

Many locked mysteries, letting 

The muse guide me, I read 

The silence, the cacophony

Whispers the triumph of death,

Blowing my mind - I never thought 

Silence carried such weight

Of emotions; truth whispers 

An alarm, the last time to correct

The self before human race

Is lost without a trace.

By Orbindu Ganga

From: India

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