Drunk silence

I do not remember silence always
In middle of noises in my insides,

Except in the very brief interludes
And a noise holds over to another.

It is the silence at edge of a sound
The brief highway of paddy fields

Rushing ,between town and town
In a populous countryside where,

Men are found lying on the road
In helpless pools of drunk silence.

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