Who says silences are silent And Who knows silences may say What we seek in words.
Deluge of darkness Splashed with Soiled silver sheen Covered the blue skies Above the lush-green velvety Leveled paddy fields Across miles and miles With stray barns and sheds Wrapped in eerie stillness, Motionless, Where three trees, Neither very tall, nor very small But thick enough To hide the pipe and the well; The melancholy above And stunning silence below Pierced with the trees Looking up to know Why tears from the azure Were falling incessantly From the top And for whom?
