Sun, 25 Feb, 2024

Persistence of Silence

By Arjun Dahal

Already late, I jumped out of the bus, Before it stopped, And hurried to my class, half-a-league away.   As I kicked the door, The statues enjoying the pin drop silence, Starred at me, as If I had haunted them. "Anything wrong?" I put a question, And checked myself - top to bottom. My dress was neat and fine, The pant's zipper was closed, Shoes were shining too. "Everything is fine, so who gives a damn." I answered myself, And head towards my bench, With the silence roaming around me.   I waved to my neighbors, And again they were in silence, "What's going on?" I asked and nodded my head, The response was only a silence. Hell No! Was I disturbing their peace?   "Avenge O' Lord!!!! Your fellow disciples, Have imprisoned their soul, freedom, and liberty, For the sake of vain futuristic promises, Sowed by the orthodoxies- centuries ago. The class is meant for the humans, How can it be so silenced??? A torture!!!!"   Once used to be the days, We humans would bunk the class in a group, Banging, pushing and pulling, But now the time has changed. And my only mate remained was absent today. Since I had already ruined many-a-seconds, There was no point in wasting more time. I bunked the class alone, Silently...............

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.