Return when there’s no one there.
Go home, when it’s empty of sounds.

It’s strange.
I’d never imagined how silence stings, stinks.

Whether it’s felt for a moment,
or life.

©2018 Rajnish Mishra

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Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. He edits PPP Ezine.