Screaming Silence Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

The irony of Life is, it is never yours until you sacrifice it
The noise of the world has made us deaf to heartbeats of humanity
We run towards lights for in the darkness we see our psyche
In the screaming silence of the night, we lay awake with hushed hullabaloo in our mind

The child begging on the street, a young girl in the prostitute ring
A friend running in debt, old parents killing time waiting their time
Too busy or how helpless, not my problem or God help them
One can turn head and forget, but in the dead of the night the heart beats and beats