Musings of a cacophony
Silence that pervades the test, And dreams that were made but put to rest. Its a dull night, Not even a beggar's sight. Its only the blades that are making the run, Its just the fan, the clock being the other one. Its the night that tasted many a water, That shared too many whispers on the platter, Just as today, just as now, But unlike yesterday and how! Not a musing of past that reverberates, Not a person that was dear and that mates, Yet novelty must remain new, Like on a blade of grass with only a speck of dew. Its no use getting used to the night, For it will do nothing but leave a harsh sight. Let the zeal for life be tested, Let the silence be not wasted.