The Silence of Abandonment

Eeshani Singh

New Delhi, India

I love the silence,
I love the silence,
The silence of abandonment.
Silence where there is just me and my soul, talking about silence.
Silence where I can hear the cries of rain, falling on hard ground.
Silence where I can hear the wind whispering, about their daily blowing pain.
I love that silence.
The silence of abandonment,
Where I can listen to trees, wailing about their dead leaves.
Where I can listen to grass, complaining about getting trampled on each day that pass.
I love that silence.
The silence of abandonment,
Is not so silent like I thought.
It’s crazy like a madman, threatening me to kill me.
It acts like an adult, telling me to accept the change.
But it’s also a child, asking me why do I enjoy this silence.
The silence of abandonment,
I hate it but I am used to it.
Each day someone comes and goes, and leave me again alone.
Each day I try to talk, but this silence ‘shush’ me.
I hate the silence,
The silence of abandonment.

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