The world is crying When the w

When the world is crying...... What for the silence, Gulping the cries outbursts, Itching the vocal cords...... When the world is crying, What for showering praises on silence... The Little buds on the mother trees body lamenting; We like to see world at first along with our mother's cries , But,what for she keep silence..... The world crying... Discarding the orthodox rhythms around the silence... In a remote corner of the market a cultured woman delivered herself a baby, Before the first cry the ants began their colonization tactics over the little body... Mother layed blood soaked and with a destroyed garden inside without any remembrance of a past ..... The world crying Then ,what for this silence.... An excavator from a riverbank showings the signs of disappearance, Reported , A glorious culture beneath the polluted soils May be an alliens created True or not true But,for the cry and for the silence it's enough.... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.