My Hatred And Fear Of Silence.

This is a poem I wrote couple of weeks back. I did not posted this inLonelyPoet.Com, I only printed this out and gave it to a favorite girlof mine, Jennifer. She is this wonderful person and a poet who works inthe hotel I live. We’ve have had party on Monday here in the hotel witha couple and couple of others, Jennifer and Amanda another girl whoworks here. Amanda made some great steaks and got a lot of beer. Ijoined the party later with my Sobe Nirvana drink ( I don’t drinkalcoholic drinks) and bought cigarettes. It was a lot of fun with theparty going late into the night. I don’t know why,  at that time Iremembered this poem and realized that I did not posted this poem inany of my sites. It took couple of days for me to find it as it wasdeleted from my computer at work but was copied into a USB drive. Sohere we are folks though written way earlier, my poem for this day, awarm and humid day that ended with thunderstorms. 
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My Hatred And FearOf Silence.

The further side of the town to the west,
Arabian sea roared with all her fury,
The hospital was small but well equipped,
A mother to be, in pain listened,
To the crashing of the waves upon the rocky sea walls.

The labor was long and hard, still the baby never came,
He held on, in the end doctors with a vacuum pulled him out,
The vacuum broke and safe he was and the mother,
Still the stubborn new born kept his silence,
The doctors and nurses all in surprise but cared,
Minutes went by and after listening to the roaring sea,
For twenty long minutes all around he listened,
From just the heart beat of a mom to the wilderness of the world,
Then he screamed and screamed and screamed all night.
 
Now I know why silence around me I hate,
As silence of mine is not what my mother first wished,
And even through my childhood, adolescent and youthful days,
When I screamed, shouted aloud and in high volume music I played,
The ever patient mother never said a word,
And I know she still don’t wish a bit of silence from me.