THE SILENCE WHISPERS

there was a time when desolation was rare
echo of laughter everyone had to bear
who could have guessed the hour glass turns
shh.....the silence whispers

being a part of a demented crowd
gesticulating and being so proud
now it feels,how the isolation burns
shh....the silence whispers

there was no time to get befuddled
enveloped in warmth,cronies to be cuddled
aching arms,and a heart which yearns
shh.....the silence whispers

no protection,no good parasol
have to bear strictures and all
by painful means ,the heart ,it learns
shh.....the silence whispers

dying for propinquity,sick of reticence
in my life there is no countinence
oh what future the destiny churns
shh.....the silence whispers

Shh......