Silence

This morning, I woke up to see-
no birds in the morning sky,
no messages in my inbox,
and no newspaper in the balcony.
Suddenly I felt so lonely…………
Silence had rooted in my backyard garden-
and had borne anonymous flowers
which sent off a peculiar odour-
to ward off all birds, messages and newspaper.
So I sat in front of the fogged, frosted glass,
and drew figures on it with my index finger,
discovering random geometry on a window pane.
Who said, “Silence is golden”?