Amidst the chants of hermits
The silence of an atheist emanates
The invisible and unsung lyric
Immersed in sonorous tunes
The dipped bucket that burrows
The cracked abyss of a parched well
There is a blindfolded reflection
Of a rare lunar smile cast on umbra
When she whispers in my eager ear
I am so lost in her thoughts
That imaginary reality curbs
The real imagination for once
Intertwined strands of belief
The atheist could behold God
When He interrupted the prayers
Of a furious hermit with His silence.
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