The Silent One Who Speaks

Stolid face; for stones cannot utter languages at will

Maybe the perception of an onlooker trying to identify the Muse

Details in the folds of a face narrates a story

Eyes too stare at the inquiring eyes of the passers-by

Why suffer boredom? Instead, silence can be translated

Stillness should not deter the heart to start a conversation

Think of the noise of chiselling and imagination of the artist

Much profound compared to the licentious words of verses

Strewn across the blank pages carelessly; damned emotions

This figure of silence says much more about perseverance

Trying to convey rich emotions to very few who care

Art was not born in a day but from perspiration of souls

Patience and timelessness bears the relevance of its existence

~Amitav

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