Sometimes silence is so loud and strange <br />And can be heard across a thousand miles <br />May be rain can hide those tears for a while <br />Which keep flowing without any constraints <br /> <br />But won’t this rain stop one day <br />And expose those silent tears? <br />Wont these raindrops stop its cold grip <br />And my hot tears stop its masquerade? <br /> <br />Sometimes, I wish for at least a voice <br />Which can kill this cold and bitter silence <br />And their monotonous tone of accusations <br />And their never-ending complaints <br /> <br />And I hope that the rain stops for now <br />And you have a little time to spare <br />And listen carefully to my tears <br />When my tears start to speak slowly <br />In their special and secret language <br />And you can understand it perfectly…<br /><br />Deepa Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-tears-and-rain/
