I like it sometimes
There is no soundless silence.
There is also a distinct silence
There\'s a mood,
Happiness and sorrow have become companions
silence.
There is an end to the matter
There is no end to the silence
Silence speaks
Quietly and quietly
There is silence on the sand
They are making fun of me.
The silence is now my loneliness
Companion Yourself in the course of time
I\'m just laughing and letting go.
The silence is crunchy
They want to bring out the soundless
Languages being drops of blue ink.
Rajlakshmi Borthakur
Dergaon