Years of Silence


My weary eyes had no fight,

The years of silence

And resilience

Had erased the sparkle

That was mine and mine alone.


I have no more fistfuls of

Sunshine to scatter

On your way.


I have no more daisies

To  stud your walls with.


I have no more pretty raindrops

To play music on your window panes.


I walk your path

With  an empty heart,


To rest.


Dr Balesh Jindal