If the Language Is Ruined
the chirped chit-chats
from two or three days
end in mutually opposite looks!
hand in hand
being mutilated
though lips didn’t open
talks will be continued.
though the language is ruined
meaning will reach!
orchestra of silent beats!
music of heart-beats!!
the hand bidding farewell
press the other gently…
and leaves – finally!
and at last, oscillate itself
distant and distant
slowly disappear.
frozen devastated language-
deposit a number of feelings…
carry along a number of experiences!
the language
if devastated-
souls can talk…
and can play-
as unfurled peacock’s tail…
unveiling the layers…
spreads open clearly!
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