Sigh!

When the traveller on 
his journey 
sits on 
the rock by the side; 
An' the mistress on 
the couch removes 
her heels after the night; 
An' the bouncer in 
the club returns 
after fixing the fight; 
An' the mother 
slowly reads the handwritten 
letter of her child, 
An' the prisoner in 
the cell looks up 
from the window 
towards the sky, 
Then Sigh silently 
creeps to convey 
feelings you can’t confess.

When the reader 
or the writer finishes 
the book and close' his eyes; 
An' the widow 
or the bride looks 
at stars beyond the skies; 
An' the waitress 
or the customer drinks 
in a cafe on autumn eve; 
An' the lover 
or the beloved draws 
patterns with fingertips, 
Then Sigh comes in 
Discreet to coat the 
Silence of the soul.

Love, longing, 
anger, and hurt; 
Intense ardors, 
exhaustion and lust. 
Chore of a lover, 
An' a poet’s ink; 
Soldier’s nightmare 
Silence’s skin.