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WORDS, a poem by Lakshmindra Sinha

WORDS

Lakshmindra Sinha

I sought to speak to you in silence
And stretched my arms, the eyes, the lips
Towards darkness
My polished words disappears somewhere
My words of love disappear somewhere.

Word,
That grown up with my life,
From it’s infancy to youth
Maturing itself it reaches at this juncture
And stands still

I click on the mouse of my heart, the words
That appear in my mind-screen shows
The red signs at their bottom--,
Repeatedly show me the signs of error.

Virus enter somewhere in the system
Owing to endless violence, blasts, extremism
The tortures and afflictions and the noises
Nourish the virus.

Therefore,
My each word loses its purity
My each words loses its beauty
My each word loses its meaning
My each word loses real thing.

I offer my tears with love and devotion
Like a hermit in a deep forest
And extend my humble solicitation
With folded hands:

Give me back my words of love
Give me back the purity of my words
Give me back the meaning of words
Let my words be free from terrors
Let my word be free from errors.

Today is Shakolsher (Thursday)


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