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SILENCE SOUNDS AT NIGHT : RHYME 54

In snorts, snores and deafness,
As the earth falls asleep at night;
In love, cheer, attacks, covers,
Silence makes many sounds right :

In loving voices, notes and tones,
Silence sings merrily at night
In warblers, nightingales, blackbirds,
With warbles, croons and tweets.

In thumping feet, laughs, roars,
Silence does predate at night,
As hyena attacks on its preys
And they scream loud in fright. 

In cunning hisses and whispers,
Silence tip-toes to prey on at night,
As jackal stalks farm and fowls
And dogs bark in alarm at sight.

On a cowardly, defensive retreat,
Silence shouts for help at night
In sterling's voice of phone rings
Or sandpiper's wheet-wheet-wheet.

In a cacophony of struggles,
Silence screams, wails, at night,
With the warning cries of birds
When fox and badger fight.

In many voices of mockingbird,
Silence mimic all at night,
From owl's hoot to hawk's hiss 
To robin's whistle till first light. 

In not so hypes or hubbubs,
Silence does chorus at night,
As frogs croak, crickets chirp,
Mice squeak and clock tiks quiet. 

When silence in tiredness rests
For a refreshing break at night,
Water crashes against rocks,
Stream burbles down in delight.

Whistles of wind, rustles of leaves,
Heart's murmur or mom's lullabies;
In diverse voices at low or height,
Silence sounds at night, sounds at night.


- N P SAMAL 



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