As I sit, to weave words into a poem,
I can hear the silence of the night
That is being disturbed,
By the clock ticking without a pause.
Music being played at a faraway distance.
The crickets singing in a chorus.
The trucks travelling through the road.
Despite of so many noises around me,
I can still hear the silence speak...
The night is not affected,
By this worldly chaos.
The night is as still as always,
As dark as ever, as silent as it is.
It's bed time now and I must rest.
Let the midnight live its night.
For the sky will change its hue in no time,
And dawn will soon creep in...
Copyright Shaheen Akhtar.
loved this poem