Chiselled Silence
sleep not
slash not
not even
slap her
before her parting
rain talked
outside
inside
talked silence
the window witnessed
unseen thread
tied up
the sounds
with silence
inside with out
outside in
still the painting
unpainted
only the mind
holds the canvas
standing lone her profile
while
dumb his offering
greets the hell to cheer up
sleep not
slash not
not even slapped her
when she uttered
'I live not to die in cage'!
Pranab k c
09/04/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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