Silence

 

 

 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