The Sound of Silence
Am I the sound of silence
Or the voice of the silenced.
Am I the lullaby of the night
Or the cries of the day
Am I the morning moon
Or the evening sun
Am I the blood that flows on the road
Or the pain that flows on the veins
Am I the disfigured body
Or the amputated heart
Am I the kiss of love
Or the fire of the bullet
Am I the young boy washed ashore, dead
Or the helpless mother, whose lullabies unsung
Am I the Dalit beaten up
Or the bearded man branded a terrorist
Am I the woman with broken wings
Or the man forced not to weep
Am I power,
Or love
Am I the pen
Or the poem
Am I the fight
Or the inquilaab
Am I the sound of silence
Or the voice of the silenced.
Or the voice of the silenced.
Am I the lullaby of the night
Or the cries of the day
Am I the morning moon
Or the evening sun
Am I the blood that flows on the road
Or the pain that flows on the veins
Am I the disfigured body
Or the amputated heart
Am I the kiss of love
Or the fire of the bullet
Am I the young boy washed ashore, dead
Or the helpless mother, whose lullabies unsung
Am I the Dalit beaten up
Or the bearded man branded a terrorist
Am I the woman with broken wings
Or the man forced not to weep
Am I power,
Or love
Am I the pen
Or the poem
Am I the fight
Or the inquilaab
Am I the sound of silence
Or the voice of the silenced.
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