Silent Tears

 Sometimes silence is so loud and strange

And can be heard across a thousand miles

May be rain can hide those tears for a while

Which keep flowing without any constraints

But won’t this rain stop one day

And expose those silent tears?

Wont these raindrops stop its cold grip

And my hot tears stop its masquerade?

Sometimes, I wish for at least a voice

Which can kill this cold and bitter silence

And their monotonous tone of accusations

And their never-ending complaints

And I hope that the rain stops for now

And you have a little time to spare

And listen carefully to my tears

When my tears start to speak slowly

In their special and secret language

And you can understand it perfectly…