The Sound of Silence by Shweta Prasad
The Sound of Silence
She sat still.
Her eagerness long lost,
her eyes fixed & moist-
Like the winter frost!
Head bowed down,
she gazed into a hollowness.
Mrs. Jen called aloud-
“Brownie! Where’s my baby?”
She leaped & spruced,
as happy as she ever was!
For, it was her favourite rhyme –
that spoke of a love unsung.
Loaded with kibbles,
the bowl was waiting for her.
Mrs Jen bent down-
receiving Brownie’s habitual lick!
A spruce & few roundabouts –
a ritual, prior to her meal!
She waged her tail,
sitting next to Mrs. Jen –
where she knit the woolen yarn,
on her rocky chair.
Days painted this picture;
A canvas familiar to the bypassers.
The canvas was never the same,
paint was swept across shores of loss.
The rocky chair stood still.
So did Brownie.
Drowning her deep-
into a sea of Silence!
Loneliness that drew them close;
A bond spelled right,
with no words!
Absence seeded loneliness,
rooting depths of loss,
as it grew with days passing by!
Happiness halted.
The absence starved her;
Not the empty bowl.
Awaiting the end,
she lay motionless –
Lost like she never was.
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