Analysis of "Speaking Silence"

Since the silence is my friend,
I OFTEN SPEAK TO MY SELF!
You think
these masky people are decent?
No!
Not at all!
They shout, and cry
On the arrival of
Each Spring!
When the blossoms
are very young and mature;
They memorize their
Passion and youth!

They shout, and cry
On the arrival of
The colorless Rain!
When its tinny droplets,
Slightly hugs the eye water
Making tears invisible
Letting eyes to be
A red barren land!

They shout, and cry
On the arrival of
each Summer!
When they see
their own reflection
in the faded flowers,
and in the dying thirsty grass,
begging for the Dew!

These masky people
shout and cry the same,
When the first breeze
of the very winter
touches them whole,
And the window glass starts to weep!

They are same,
When they see
a single leaf
Falling from the tree!
A mud yellowish leaf;
Almost near to die
Is a burden on
A FULL Sized green tree.

0214amhrz
28th April, 2021