In parts....

Have you ever heard the Silence?

The whispering of tear drops?

It grows a surprised sarcasm in my voice

and encourages me to unearth all crops.

A food for thought, surely is it?

An unbanished desire deeply hidden,

which causes an emotional overflow,

and makes me wound stricken.

When days occur as they should not have been,

better left as unspoken, unseen

The fluid motion of my thoughts flatters me

and sparkles a destiny for thee.

Who thought they can go unpaid

But mistaken, as should I said

Not for a moment I will forgive

them for what they did to achieve;

My part of life, my life in parts,

that was preciously slow as bullock-carts.