Poem by Mani Goswami (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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Mani Goswami
THE NOISE OF SILENCE
The noise of silence
Waking up in the noise of silence
The languages of the waking night
They struggle to find their way.
In the solitude of the last night
In the embrace of sound
A heartfelt sigh falls.
The words knotted with sadness
They talk secretly about reality.
In the battle of life, morning sunrise
Sprinkle a handful of hope
A soldier who lost his way in the snow mountains
of blood flowing through veins and veins to the chest
Happiness and sorrow are constantly changing
in the folds of the liver,
They fly the sign of achievement in the afternoon sand
In the garden of long-cherished memories.
(Translated by Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi)
Prepared Angela Kosta
