Unperturbed and undiluted
By the din.
Like the eight directions
They chattered
In silence.
Or was it music ?
The octave engaged in a symphony
Scaling each other
With ease
Of a conductor's signs.
Dusk fell
And they dissolved ;
The silence fled
And the noise returned.
I am surrounded now
By a different silence.
The conclusions were made.
( eight mute people conversing on a railway platform;
Courtesy : Gunjan Verma)
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