Poem

Silence

“Is when the ticking of clock

Is louder than ever

Is when you hear the faint whistle

As air rushes in your nose

Is when you hear

The rubbing of your skin

Is when you hear 

The faint sound of air

As you swing your hand

Is when you hear

The buzz of the bulb

Is when you hear the faint vibration

As you turn your head around

Is when you hear the gulp

As you swallow 

Is when you hear 

the noise in your head”

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Disclaimer-

  • All the poetic content in this blog is entirely fictional.
  • Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
  • It also has no resemblance nor inspired by the personal life of the author.
  • The pictorial content used in this post is not owned by the author.

 

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