and-the day I realised that a silent prayer isn't heard by many, but silence is, was the day off silence. Composing lyrics in the praise of silence is a poet's nature but compromising silence for self-praise is a human's nature. Yes. I saw those snippets of happiness piercing the midnight sky. But, I know not when this kairosclerosis turned to be a kaput process. A process of growing for some, of groaning for others. | caption | °°A Poem (not) about silence°° and-the day I realised that a silent prayer isn't heard by many, but silence is, was the day off silence. Composing lyrics