Silence Speaks
>> Tuesday, December 18, 2007
A Poem
Silence speaks louder
When the noise meets
It’s end
The ringing of the church
Or temple bell
Could be heard
The rain drops dripping
From the leaves
The pebbles being
Dropped in the puddles
Of water
The croaking sound of
The frog
The song of the cricket
The distant whistle of
The train too
The buzzing of the
Little bee
The drop of a coin
The swaying branches
Of the tree
The rustling of dry
Leaves under the feet
The gentle breeze
Could not only be
Felt, but heard
Even god speaks to
Us during silence.
By:- G.S.Vasukumar
When the noise meets
It’s end
The ringing of the church
Or temple bell
Could be heard
The rain drops dripping
From the leaves
The pebbles being
Dropped in the puddles
Of water
The croaking sound of
The frog
The song of the cricket
The distant whistle of
The train too
The buzzing of the
Little bee
The drop of a coin
The swaying branches
Of the tree
The rustling of dry
Leaves under the feet
The gentle breeze
Could not only be
Felt, but heard
Even god speaks to
Us during silence.
By:- G.S.Vasukumar


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