The stillness of the floral profusion,
in the land of imagination.
The coolness of the holy moonlight.
The silent twinkling of the cosmic stars.
The silence in the glen of greenery.
The silence in the heavenly fragrance,
filling the whole ambience,
emanating from the happy flowers in spring.
The silence that spreads ,
when the courageous buds shoot up
to romance with the glen of greenery,
from their buried rot stocks,
destroying all slumber.
The silence in the divinity.
The silence of the infinity.
The silence of the brick red horizon at dusk,
predicts beauty being beautified by silence,
speaking the versatility of silence,
in the ever changing world.
Submitted by Dr Sandeep Kumar Kar.