The music of silence still throbs inside <br />But Love no more belongs to my heart <br />World is still bright with a lasting radiance <br />Light no more belongs to my sight <br /> <br />In a furtive night’s heavy darkness <br />A surfacing vision has no figure <br />And the brilliant midday’s short fantasy <br />Has no obligation of profound slumber <br /> <br />From its slender vine the jasmine’s scent <br />Has no shyness to foray my yard <br />But to observe and savour its splendour <br />Somehow my empathy has no time <br /> <br />On the frenetic stretch of abundant sea <br />The pouring rain has no worth <br />To mock and tease the ineffective drops <br />The precious new pearl has no pride <br /> <br />My existence facing its waning twilight <br />Has no craving for the blue skies <br />An eternal sleep by itself that comes <br />Has no urge for the blanket of dreams.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-know-48/
