The Sound of Silence

The sound of silence far and wide
No words there to disturb this bind
All the calmness taking its side
Still no peace to succeed in mind

The season now is no more same
As the way of wind has changed
Waiting for you to call my name
But this hour feels so tamed

The blowing wind has some words
Singing with the rhythm of its own
Trying to parallel the melody of birds
Breaking the silence which has grown

This quietness is no more soothing
And shrill cheep is the need of time
Hands of clock endlessly moving
Voiceless shriek is now a crime

Is this the calm before the storm?
Or the calm itself the storm?

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