Silence is the best—
For disappointment’s sting,
For happiness that blooms unseen,
For quiet, steady success.

Cricket songs—my only need,
Soft-spoken wings in midnight air.
They comfort more than crowded cheers,
Airy whispers, gently rare.

Not the noise that claws and clings,
Not the voices filling space—
They try to mend a hollow place
But only deepen everything.

And in the hush,
Judgment fades—
Its echo lost,
Its edge decays.