The silent cry

As the clock ticks on in a silent cry,

Seconds, hours, days and years pass by,

But this time when the sky lightens to blue

It makes history with the drop of a dew

People fall silent

Even the dogs do not bark

As the new era is born

In the light of the dark

And then there is a burst of joyous cry

As the era changes when the clock ticks by.

I think as I sit by my window side

How will this new day bring a change in the tide?

How will it change the river and its flow?

The tide as it rises, and then falls low.

If it does not, then why

such celebrations in the silence of the night?

When the needle ticks from left to right.

Man will not change

and neither will this night

That has fallen on him

and affected mankind

We would continue with our work whether black or white

And our souls will not be affected by the light

Then why such joy on the birth of a new day

If it doesn't change you or me in anyway?

It doesn't change me from a crow to a dove.

It doesn't make my heart an abode of love

Then what is the use of this new light born

If it doesn't change me and all my wrong?

It is just another day that will come and go by

As the clock ticks on in a silent cry.