The cry pierced the silence, <br />Tore a hole, in the invisible air, <br />Which in the face of things, was fair, <br />'Cept it came from this side o' th' fence. <br /> <br />'Tis mine! The cry, my cry! <br />For relief, for freedom, <br />For I'm trapped in the kingdom, <br />Of cruel, cruel love, and my blood's going dry. <br /> <br />I hear the silence well, <br />I'm too used to it, you see: <br />My cry reverberates back to me, <br />No other voice, can I tell. <br /> <br />Isn't anyone there today? <br />No one who heard me cry? <br />No help I get, no matter how much I try; <br />Hey, traveller, you have nothing to me to say?<br /><br />Dyuti Banerjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unheard-cry-2/
