Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo Or with the voice of nightingale Or whistle of a parrot Or drops of water on tin roof The melody of love is what I search on When mother sings lullaby Angles descend to hear yet they hear not Thus thy voice resembles mockingbird’s voice, Or is it like Malabar whistling by a schoolboy I hear nothing when I see two lovers Sitting arms in arms without sound just the silence in between them When love blossom from the ashes of dunes There is a complete silence And this silence is the sound of love...