Sound of Love
Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo
Or with the voice of nightingale
Or whistle of a parrot
Or drops of water on tin roof
The melody of love is what I search on
When mother sings lullaby
Angles descend to hear yet they hear not
Thus thy voice resembles mockingbird’s voice,
Or is it like Malabar whistling by a schoolboy
I hear nothing when I see two lovers
Sitting arms in arms without sound
just the silence in between them
When love blossom from the ashes of dunes
There is a complete silence
And this silence is the sound of love...
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