This is a post dedicated to the silent protectors of peace. You should be wondering now.. as who this is being referred to. I do not want to pull in certain group of people.. generalising one category and projecting them to be the most griefstricken and blaming another category that causes them to be so.. I refer to those .. who have fallen silent.. just because they do not want to disrupt the harmony.. give their loved ones a worry free day.. I am referrring to those children who are very understanding about their parents and sacrifice their wishes that seems small to us but are big for them, but yet they fall silent for they know that it would be a hard reach or beyond reach for their parents. I am referring to those youths who forget about their passion, give up their life's dream to take up the reins( rather responsibility) of the famiy.. and battle their own feelings and wishes to fit themselves in to the unsuitable roles and paths.. I am referring to those young men and women.. who forego their hearts' soulfully attached ones to make their parents stand proud in the arena of society .. I am referring to those women.. who were brought up as princess and should have been ' bahurani's who become ' naukranis' instead of atleast being treated as bahu's.. who are forced to forget about their glorious past and talk proud about their new families who have forgotten about their unspoken words.. just because they do not want their loved One's to be crestfallen infront of them.. striving hard .. not to earn a bad name for the parents who had brought them up.. over the long years.. I am referring to those Grandma and Grandpa ... who fall silent and would not talk a word less of their children.. who are away .. with their jobs as a reason.. and not take care of them .. other than transferring some money .. Those who have given everything to their sons and daughters for they have not felt any need or insecurity to save for themselves. and been left unattended or rather orphaned inside their own houses. Those who are diseased... getting treated for years.. bear loads of pain in body and heart.. and yet not reveal that to any one.. as they do not want their loved ones to be low.. feel bad about them.. Life shapes one .. who is a bamboo . to a flute.. each of the flutes.. give some music of their own.. some of them.. undergo a great glorious period.. and are heard.. they make their own music.. and the music gets them glorious... But i am singing of the muted flutes.. that have been shaped with much pain by life.. not to give out tunes.. but to stay silent .. that they do not disrupt the harmony that exists.. they donot want to break the tune that keeps the scenario remain calm and let life of others continue like that of a clear stream.. My salutations to thee, the muted flutes of the society.. for thy unsung tunes.. . for they are more melodious , more meaningful, more soul touching.. than the ones being heard..