Your silence kills I don't know why

I don't know you well...but I miss you, I don't know why
I believe you more when I listen you sing
and feel you more when I close my eyes
its celestial, surreal yet feel as if real...
I don't know you but i miss you , I don't know why
Oh dont sing a silent song...
your silence kills,it's been long...
( dedicated to someone who is silent somewhere) By Swarup k Mohanty

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