• guru____ 22w

    Yesterday, I was collecting words.
    One was up there, sitting in the bo tree,
    Another was in the banyan.
    One was wandering in my street,
    Another was lying in the earthen jar.
    A green word lay in the fields,
    A black one was eating flesh.
    A blue word was flying
    With a grain of the sun in its beak.
    Every single thing in this world looks like a word to me.
    The words of eyes,
    The words of hands.
    But I do not understand words I hear from a mouth.
    I can only read words.
    I can only read words.
    Shiv Kumar Batalvi