Peeping into silence(Poem)

Thus spoke the old man
of his silent heart—
A drunk tree
with the stillness
of a Siberian tiger.

A wrecked monument
with an eye of a tropical cyclone.

A cumulonimbus cloud
with silent quakes.

A monk’s bodily atom
or a fetus in the mother’s womb.

A quiet ripple in the pacific sea
A cold grave
without an echo.

A ninja’s shadow in the nightfall
A bleached coral
or a tongue facing the truth.

A mathematician’s blackboard
an arrested fish in the net
Or a conscience-smitten soul.

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