The Cry of Whispers

Through the squared glass
I can hear various lives pass by
They are people who sang and laughed all along
They are people who whined and sigh
And also whispers.
Whispers of them which I take most attention on
It unveils who they really are, what they really wants
How much they wish another would know
What they really want.
It was the whispers that we dared to speak out loud
But why?
It was a million dollar question
Perhaps is the rule of contemporary society
Not whisper what we whispered
Whispers remained silent –
Like it always does.