The Story of a Silent Man

Dr Sudhansu Dash

His heart is made only to be broken

To thousand pieces

He had to break it in a torn darkness of a night

Uncalendered and undated in any page of yours

Sitting under his uncorrupted sky

Telling his story to himself

Awakes every night after everybody is asleep

He has dared to steal the  sins of others very carefully

To carry a tune for others whispering their name

You will only collect the sounds that beat around

The echoes of a pouring rain

Leavings the warmth of love at the centre

He never asks you a question to trouble you for an answer

You are not prepared for.

The remains of his pages are covered with dusty cobweb

A wintery cold settles on it for ever.

The self satisfying laugh of a blind boy managing to see the light

In the deepest darkness of his eyes

Standing before an angry mirror

How soft his night is

Where dark shadows fall so silently without a noise

Lest others sleep will be disturbed?