some came
broke in the neibhour's door
i closed my door
they raped the lady
i said nothing.
watched through window.
could my sound have prevented it?
may be!
an inmate
spoke. spoke. spoke.
i said nothing.
my silence listened.
he went with a smile.
could my words have diverted it?
may be!
As i plug in to the room
do i switch on music?
do i try to read something?
why can't i be silent?
are my thoughts louder in silence?
am i afraid of silence?
may be!
i log in
google myself
i speak God listens
God speaks I listen
there's silence....peace....
is that enlightment?
may be!
j.john britto xavier
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