As I sit silent, in this moment of glory,
Unable to find words, to tell the story,
I hear the sound of the falling stream,
"Silence often is the most powerful scream".
In a world, where words often can be misconstrued,
Some moments are there, just to kept warped and muted,
Loud noise can often lead to unrequited hearsay.
And, silence therefore is a force that can never betray.
For, what can be more important in life than God's blessing,
And, never His blessing come with any loud dressing,
When He gives, He gives with a muted discipline,
And, yet those moments appear blessed with divine serene.
For often, the world has stolen words from my moments,
Decorated and painted them, with their skeptical comments.
And, now, I won't let them repeat, that history once again
This moment's silence would run like blood in my vein.
For this moment of success is like an ocean breeze,
Unlike a summer storm, that makes one feeling squeezed,
And, such a wonderful moment is rare to find,
Its muted entry to life, deserves not a moment of grind.
So, I would drink this silence, like liquor in a bar,
Getting high alone, in this mute moment, out of my scar,
And, every interruptions of sound, I would refute
For momentous moment like this, often are mute.
(c)Amit Agarwalla
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