On a gloomy, quiet night,
It's funny how someone
Finds their vision and light.

During the day,
When everything is loud and clear,
They find nothing to cheer.
But as sunset fades into dawn,
They stop to cry and moan.

People call them anti-social,
Judge them for not being vocal.
They treat silence like treasure,
Finding a path in melancholic pleasure.
-ATUL VAIBHAV SHARMA