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Nobody says a word,
voices are hushed
my dreams subdued.
I made a mute appeal
to vent the tongueless grief;
and then…
the barriers broken,
silence speaks out
when the words refused:
it’s the heart that listens.
Dreams don’t die then,
they come back to me
with a rejuvenating strength.
Waters flow down the dried stream
and I begin to sail along…
© Amritbir Kaur