From inn to inn, for long years <br />It was a gathering wind. <br />From morn’ to morn’, for endless decades <br />It was toil beyond all tales. <br /> <br />A mother and a son- <br />They belonged to these winds, <br />They were for a long time a common sight <br />Doing errands in the neighbourhood, <br />Buying their commonplace dreams. <br /> <br />Theirs, a simple existence, <br />Theirs, a life within leaps and bounds. <br />Beyond their thached roof <br />It was all an open sky, <br />Their songs, but a deepening sigh. <br /> <br />Seasons ever told the same tale, <br />The meads received the same passing wind. <br />The same birds returned every season <br />And the world was peaceful within the bosom. <br /> <br />And when the streams were flowing quiet, <br />The dales whispering unto soft winds, <br />The son, leaving his mother to tears <br />Passed away after a brief illness. <br /> <br />She swallowed her pains, <br />Sold her dreams to the passing wind. <br />A withered frame, <br />She was a tree, hollow deep within. <br /> <br />And upon a temple pavement <br />I saw her once among the passing crowd; <br />She was in sunken dreams. <br />Beyond the voices of the surrounding world, <br />She was meeting her shadow with an indifferent air, <br />She was listening to the silence of her heart.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-sunken-silence/
