Alphabet of Silence 

By – Parthajit Borah.

Burnt heart can’t be smelt,
Wan faces can’t be kissed
Flying hopes over the heart
Never made impractical.
Building an arcade to nourish 
Fallen dream is an unanswered question.
Flawlessness of black clouds spewing 
Blackish deeds in the heart of darkness.
Silence mouthed the night 
Solitude armed the sight.