Silence Echoed
The tired symphony of silence
Is echoing aloud.
The night whispering poems;
The moon sleeping upon clouds.
I refill my cup again,
For i know how it longs
To feel the warm drops pouring;
As if they are composing a song.
I grab a piece of paper
To unleash my sixth finger,
Writing few words;
Feeding the lines' hunger.
I take another sip,
For a little more to empty
My cardamom flavoured
Cup of brown tea.
As i take a look around,
Everyone is fast asleep;
My untouched pillow tempts me
To surrender to deep sleep.
Instead, I pour second cup,
For the night just begun.
I need to stay awake,
Till i again see the sun.
© 2018 Emaan Khan
