Silence

Silence is golden,

Silence is an indisputed lethal weapon,

 when enemy is unknown. 

Silence is unshakeable truce,

when you want an unwanted altercation to cease. 

The strongest prayer is silent.

The sage reading of the human disposition is also silent.

Silence for sure is end of violence.

Alas! Though Silence is considered a precious asset 

Yet  silence has another not so welcoming facade. 

Face that is devoid of grace and 

that has capacity to wipe out the goodness of the human race.

Silence undoubtedly is synonym of end,

End of the road that leads to good times ahead.

While dialogue though heated is a thread 

That clutches on flimsy hope .

Hope that once negativity of battered hearts is flushed out.

The radiant flowers of new and better days would be blossomed.

Life is noise while death is quiet.

Therefore,  before picking the silent ways,

Let your soul one final time shriek or cry,

Otherwise, you will have no choice left,

 But to freeze alone inside the tunnel that's extremely cold.

And before  you would realize thick impassable curtains would fall one after the other making it impossible for you to ever again gracious clemency behold.