A Dilemma of Prophecy
Dedicated to Dr. Martin Hilpert
I softly touched your little hand with mine
You. You are not an easy one to tame
You took off your hand and started running. Strong and swift.
I followed you. A gust of wind touched my scarf. My open face.
And I reached for your hand. Again.
The other day you sounded happy.
You finished the book.
You declared loudly," I learned a lot! It was fun!"
I asked you then, " Can you tell me about syncretism?"
"..What does it mean?" You asked me back.
"The amalgamation or attempted amalgamation of different religions, cultures, or schools of thought," I quoted the definition.
"An awful effort indeed!" You sounded serious.
" It has another meaning, though," I said.
"What is that?" You asked.
"The merging of different inflectional varieties of a word during the development of a language," I quoted. Again.
"I liked this concept a lot. I would stick to it." He announced.
"What about the other? Are you fixing it for others than yourself?" I asked.
His big eyes narrowed down. " Have faith. The rest will follow through."
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2020
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