GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 398

Her conversations suspended in mid-air Your taunts tamed her You labelled her ilk Bereft of a voice She became the still leaf waiting for a rustle You never could fathom her silence And dipped in the unspoken Of the deafening decibels A little like the pre-talkies clip by your bedside Without dubbing or subtitles…. 398