Gentle like a breeze

Your voice sounds like the mosquitoes flap their wings

in a silent night,

like a steam flowing in a peaceful valley,

like a hunter waiting for the prey,

like a calm lake, like someone is holding his breath

in the endless dark,

a broken radio,

a lurking snake

a rusty machine.

Like the wind blowing the twigs,

like a couple whispering to one another,

like students doing the exams, the only sound you hear

is the friction between the paper and the pencil,

an old-fashioned fan

working constantly without any rest,

like the gas leaking out of a bicycle,

like vehicles which moving slowly

across the busy street, like a gun shooting

without any noise, like friends sharing the secrets

which don’t want others hear,

the strange sound when you get lost in a forest,

a raft flowing on the river,

the sound of the rain water hitting the round,

like a painful patient groaning but with no strength,

like a football flying in the air,

like a devout believer

who pray in a low voice

wanted God to bless him,

like a city after a nuclear explosion,

like mother’s comfort when children got hurt,

like the sound I heard when my cousin

reading his text book.