The silence of the night
the silence of the day
the silence of everyday
the silence of every night
there is only one line right
the silence of the night
even though mosquitoes sing and dance in this dark
the silence prevail
even though men are fighting at night
it looks like our ears do fail
even though old people are robbed at night
no one seems to know or has seen this
even though so many crickets are playing their harp
and make our ears deafening
no one has heard these creatures playing their harp
even though my beloved is screaming in his nightmares
no one dares
to tell that to him
when he awoke and asked the maid:
‘Was I so loud last night? ‘
she obediently replied:
‘No, most honoured Sir, not a sound, even not your sigh….’
©Sylvia Frances Chan
A.D. Sunday 2 June 2019 – 8.45 A.M.