Mute
Do you hear it…?
Yes…The Mute..I mean
The Blaring Mute…
When she looks at the ancient mountains squealing of their esse
The Chortled Mute…
When her baby is tended and snuggled against her chest
The Guffawed Mute…
When she stood there to hear his raucous laughter making wacky faces
The Euphonious Mute…
With every word spoken about her beloved
The Sniveled Mute…
When he left her in the cold and cruel winter
The Mute.. so clamorous
The Mute that overcomes the cacophony of existence
Do you hear it…?
Her MUTE…
Copyright © Rebica Thapa | Year Posted 2021
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