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Silence

I was longing for life when a drop trickled from nowhere.
The silence murmured as the voice came near.

Is He wanting to say and show something?
Yes, a path to trod upon and a light beaming.

I always lived in dreams and false conviction
With no coherence in my action

Every time He came for my rescue
Gave me chance, where chances were few.

Every time I cried foul at myself
Showed disrespect to Him and Self.

Oh God! you always forgive, so do once
Teach me your language of Silence!

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Where…XI

Where will the abruptness
of my action ends?
Where will the fickleness
of my mind ends?
Where will the grotesqueness
of my nature ends?