The music of silence still throbs inside
But Love no more belongs to my heart
World is still bright with a lasting radiance
Light no more belongs to my sight
In a furtive night’s heavy darkness
A surfacing vision has no figure
And the brilliant midday’s short fantasy
Has no obligation of profound slumber
From its slender vine the jasmine’s scent
Has no shyness to foray my yard
But to observe and savour its splendour
Somehow my empathy has no time
On the frenetic stretch of abundant sea
The pouring rain has no worth
To mock and tease the ineffective drops
The precious new pearl has no pride
My existence facing its waning twilight
Has no craving for the blue skies
An eternal sleep by itself that comes
Has no urge for the blanket of dreams.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-know-48/
