She woke up to the sound of her alarm,
Sound of pan striking & children whining,
Sounds of the vendors who want to survive,
Sounds of the little birds who see the sunrise
She leaves for work and takes along
the sound of dangling keys, angry drivers,
mechanical whirring of computers
She comes back with the sound of whistlings,
To the sounds of chirping crickets, & loud music
But sound of her sadness is so much stronger,
So is the sound of loneliness,
The only sound she wants to hear is,
The Sound of Deafening Silence!
Photo by Ihor Malytskyi