Silence speaks for itself everywhere
In the vast desert of cosmic infinity
With full of sounds ever resounding
In the deadened ears of humanity
But it falls flat, melts and vanishes into
Slumberous nothingness of its inability
To silence the volcanic devil inside.
Deeds and misdeeds both bleed
Good deeds are crippled and crawl
Beaten by the misdeeds in life’s race
Miscreants outrage their modesty
Before the public in broad daylight–
Lamenting sounds go all unheard
But ripples of remorse swirl in hearts
Sound of deeds echo but no outcome
For the rescue of the victims harassed!
