SILENCE
SUBHENDU MUND
If the answer to all the questions
and the meeting of all the signs
were in pronouncing a mere word,
I would gladly show you my entire vocabulary
The word I shall now utter
may be my last one–
my last pronouncement!
I have already spoken a lot of nonsense,
and have caused many unnecessary waves
in the quiet atmosphere. See,
I silence myself now - my tongue is stunned.
Forgive me - forgive my silence
Well, what can a man do
in one life me? How many millions of words
can he strew around himself?
words are like boomerangs - they always
come back to you. Dear friends, and enemies
throw the poet out of the dais.
Let the poet keep his silence
in his own way. Silence is his
war-cry:
silence is his
annistice.
Do you think a poet can’t see
what’s happening around?
If he can’t sing in your tune,
let him better keep his
silence.