Echoes of Silence
Unspoken, unheard, it will vanish
What of imagination, today’s,
Tomorrow will be lost!
What was not said, what was not heard,
In the vast expanse, lost and blurred.
Thoughts that linger, then slip away,
Today’s treasures, tomorrow’s dismay.
So listen closely to the whispers untold,
Before they vanish into the cold.
Azra Mughal
