Silence

 Can you hear the silence

Of  glistening white gloves

Ready to sink in red?

Of the pristine white cotton

That soaked up a little blood?

Can you hear the silence

Of gently parted doors

That seem to hide the pain?

Of parched eager ears

Longing for quenching rain? 

Can you hear the silence

Of countless prayers

On dry and chapping lips?

Of the tea gone cold

Begging for some sips?

Can you hear the silence?

Of the finger that quivered

After days of being lifeless?

Of the tear that just flowed

To wet the cheek and caress? 

Can you hear the silence?

Of the eyes that just closed

After many a sleepless night?

Of the monitor that just showed

An encouraging sight?