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THE SILENT CRY


Darkness ...at  its  zenith
Silence.. at  the sound 's lowest decibel..
I wrapped  myself up into the blanket
tears rolled down my cheeks..
I cried..
I cried in the dark silence silently..
No voice of my cry..
I bite my hands..
I cried silent loudly..
I cried for the dreams unfulfilled
I cried thinking of my unpredicted future..
I cried thinking of my unknown death..
I cried thinking of my  inabilities
I cried  thinking of  the gifts  not given to me
I cried  thinking of my people..
And
I complained  God Almighty for the miseries given to me..
...
I   wiped  off my tears..
I smiled.
Perfect...
Nothing is better than this silent loud cry..!!


A.C




Comments

  1. Mettin25 May 2018 at 05:49

    A feeling made so true with your Midas touch. Awaiting for more.

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