Monday, February 06, 2006

Getting Used to the Silence

People come and go, while we are still here.
We watched them come, and as time went by, we watched them go.
Some would return, some would never come again.
When they were here, we listened to their voices: shouts, whispers, laughters, and tears.
They made all the sounds that killed the silence.
When they left, their voices left with them.
Then, the silence returns.

Getting used to the silence when there's no one around.
The nature is singing its songs. The song of peace.

1 comment:

adda said...

mashaAllah, a beautiful poem...i'm lovin' it :p.....