TYRANT
There’s a new culture.
Did you notice it? I, nope.
Do you follow it? Of course.
There’s a game similar to it.
There’s a trend similar to it.
At times, even the rain is similar to it.
It’s silence. It’s silence
That’s covering all. That’s filling all.
That knows all. That’s everywhere
Voices knocking on doors to be heard
But overwhelmed by the silence
Hush! The footsteps are parting the silence.
The barbarians came, and they silenced
And they left silence.
At night, silence patrols the street.
It dances and sings in the heart,
Silence that sticks to the earth,
Silence that sticks on a stone,
Silence that rents ears,
The silence of archives,
Pebbles falling like a fountain
Leaving silence.
The moon is weeping over the lake.
And one can hear the silence in the houses.
The silence. The silence.
Pulkita Anand has translated a short story collection, Tribal Tales from Jhabua, authored of two children’s e-books, her eco-poetry collection is we were not born to be erased.
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