why is everyone so silent?
was there a violence?
were you all shot by rubber bullets?
or are you all waiting for winter?
are you listening to the melting ice of Himalayas?
or are you listening to the child under the grave?
or are you all sleeping in the sun?
or are you all dying with your unpublished poems?
or are you speaking without words
or writing without ink?
Now is the time
we make us chime