An Autopsy of Silence
I am not a doctor, though I aspire to be;
before I examine bodies,
I turn to silence, curious what it might reveal.
I see no wounds, no scars, nothing broken at first glance;
yet beneath,
words are trapped, and pain lies hidden,
buried like evidence, long forbidden.
After careful study, the pattern emerges,
and if anyone asks the cause, I would answer plainly:
emotions left unclaimed,
cries left unnamed.
And piece by piece, the evidence speaks,
The diagnosis is plain to see:
silence leaves no scars the eye can see,
yet it wounds far deeper than cruelty.
Editor’s Note :
Archna,
Bringing a thoughtful and introspective voice to her poetry, Archana, a student of Akal Academy Mander, explores deeper emotional layers of silence and strength.
This poem is part of a collection.
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