In the silence

The strongest one

Bleeds in silence,

Heals in silence.

When the world throws away the seed in turbulence,

It outgrows amidst the silence.

From the grown tree,

The world again seeks shade,

Pluck flowers and expect sweet fruits.

The tree keeps giving,

For silence taught it ‘giving’ as its real essence.

Autumn comes and leaves wither,

Who knows it’s healing,

Who knows it’s learning again in silence.

And it blooms again in spring,

Again with the same flavor of ‘giving’

Adding another lob of wisdom to its reason of living.

The world keeps giving bruises,

Some times in blaring,

Other times in silence.

But, the strongest one

Keeps bleeding in silence
And keeps healing in silence.

-Shipra Anadi Dev Kaushik