You might have heard it,
The silent calls of silence
On the dawn of a lonely morning.
You might have seen it
The view of the unknown
On the morn of a silent calling.
You might have heard it,
The tips and taps
On the eve of longing,
You might have seen it
The darkness come and go in grace
On the eve of a monsoon blessing.
You might have longed to hear it
The sounds of music
When dusk grows stronger than the light that was
You must have longed to see it
The road outside with flickering lights,
On a night that only appreciates the dark on a day that sad already was.
You might have longed to hear it,
The mellow calls of a loved one
Who left your side long ago, when you were still looking at dawn.
You must have longed to see it,
The lost smile of a rugged one,
Who left his glee back in past when the day was still to rise as morn.
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