New Delhi, India

Suffocating Silence

The suffocating silence

Are the deliberately made silence

O silence! How I once favored you

But today you appear so hollow

that a small chatteringby the squirrel 

petrifies me up so much.

The morning birds are chirping low

a thousand words of terrifying woe,

of yesterday's horrible human misery

in the Dickensian Delhi's history.

Loneliness haven't I admired you much?

But today you stand hauntingly cruel,

with traumatic mind and scary bustle.

The eyes are widened out of fear

that doesn't find a single happy face.

Of the thing that hurts me more,

is the silence of my fellow folks.

My silent compatriots

What I believe at this point

your silence must be broken

to form a healthy human chain.