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At the death of all noise of the world.
Amidst our silent whispers,
In that solitude of souls,
And you alone standing between men
When snores soar,
I pray – BE.
No one knows
No one knows that I’m here
Apart from you.
No one knows among you about me
That this flesh is fresh no more.
That no one can see the rot under my skin
No one smells the stench of my decomposition
You think you know me
But no one knows
No one knows
That in the struggle to please all
I’m the unhappiest.
The toil of all my labor rests –forgotten
That all the chains of appeasement – broken
No one knows at all
That behind this smiling and shining face
Sits the mansion of rage, revenge and envy.
The decay and self denial of happiness
Is the red carpet I daily cement my feet on
And none of you knows.
I am yet to see or be told
Of a confession of an innocent one
But for me
None of you knows
It was only a temptation.
To try and be like others
To live and remain alive.
At the expense of life
I lost the chase
After all, no one knows
To live in silence is to live a life denied
One temptation can affect many
But one confession not only heals
But also saves a generation
Every word or action counts
Let the ice break.
I will speak
I will speak the words you want me to
I will sing the songs you wish
I will clap and dance but won’t rush
will I carry you
Not even the broken paint of your nails
Your ageing braids
Or your sadolin lips
Shall fail the eagle from soaring
And I will write this for you
I think of you
‘I love you’