The tales of past whispers

The Tales of Past Whispers

Many eyes were glaring
Shooting glances and questions
Some boast it in silence
Others were exchanging opinions
Whispers and tales
and whole lot of ales

As i take a slow brisk
I could hear them talking

As i shade a common whisk
I can feel them tormenting

As air of silence brisk take the news away
I knew it would end in a despair

As the moon passes the nights

and sun passes the day

As so the waters might

and soon the grass died away

By the by, at the end of the day

The same old news shall be twisted

and earn a new word of dismay

By the folk of sisterhood

They might as change

For as the news is no longer the same

and i shall walk with soaring dignity

Even if the tales of the past good deeds is no longer the same

For explaining oneself is considered shame

When the thought of the folk will be the same

Even if such great stories are to be told

Only lies will get through as the truth is scurried away

By the same eyes that has the glances and lips that whispers

and for eternity shall the news lies buried

underneath layers of skins

within the heart of distressed maiden

So only the heart will abide of the great tale.

by JAS
22nd of January 2013
4.36 pm
Maulid Nabi SAW