The Silent Epigram

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When letters go silent in a word
Where do they go?
Do they ever make it out?
How do people know
That they are there?
Not just anywhere,
Hiding somewhere
In a world of words
In plain sight,
And yet no one values their existence,
No nod, no call, nothing.
They just pass out their silent days,
In their silent ways,
Without even traces of their whispers
To pronounce them right,
Yet they are fine, alright;
Because they know –
It’s better to stay mute
Than be spit out on a face.

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