Noise Of Silence Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Noise Of Silence



What happened to clock,
stopped for a while;
I'm still,
still for a while.

Scary vision,
and porous barrier;
hard to make,
hard to explain.

Secret of closed door,
and potrait of strange:
Search of alike,
window of mystery.

Sound of guilt,
and voice of conscience;
A leak through fault.

Noise Of Silence
Monday, April 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: failure,visionary
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Hanan Muzafar

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Model Town Sopore (Kashmir)
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