In A Language With No Words
You seem, coming closer and closer
by Ponniah Ganeshan
Yet, you stop at a point
Telling it is the mark
I walked and walked
Returning to the point again and again
When shall we find words
Common to both of us.
That moon, clouds wind
And the leaves talk with each other.
That the flower, the breeze, the earth
And the sky talk with each other.
I started collecting these words
Lets walk, talking with these words
The words made of sentence
with no grammar
How large is the universe
Don’t you wonder
How small are we!
I like to make my heart so pervading
All over the sky and down the earth
With no beginning and with no ending
In my dream where I am not to be found.