Silence Poem by Takbeer Salati

In the cradle of memories,
Mine destines flourished like left to right and center
Occupied with the dazzling stars of mistakes
Counting the miracles of fate;
Long let the showers of skies drench the earth below,
Long live the cubicle on the dark side of the desert
The one who sets his foot right wins the race,
Others drown in the silence of hopes and disgrace.
Let alone the miseries be the friends of the family untwined,
Silence is the mosaic of the powers and struggles undefined.