Pramila Khadun writes

SILENCE

There is silence

In the singing of the constellations,

In the deep murmur of the waves,

In the barren beautiful deserts,

With lovely desert roses and sand dunes,

And in the temples of learning

By the mighty mountains

Where flocks of sheep graze quietly.

Sometimes, we contemplate and reminisce

Morosely with unshed tears

And think of the flamboyant spirits

Of the glorious days of our childhood

While the wind bellows far  away,

There is silence

Masking the melancholy

With its soft and warm hands.

At other times, to much purity and morality

Amidst the sounds and shadows of life,

Too many feelings of insecurity,

With threatened comfort zones,

Do create a silence

That makes us feel like

A harp without strings.

When passions are unbridled,

There is silence,

When two lovers meet,

There is silence.

When two lovers kiss,

There is silence.

There is silence in the smile,

Silence in the act of love-making

And silence in the waiting

And the longing as well.

There is silence everywhere.

Silently, all beautiful things are created

And silently appreciated.

Silence is not only gold,

It is something much beyond that.

Silence is silence, gracefully silent.

Tales of Love (A harp) -- Rafal Olbinski