But words fail me, emotions melt
I wish I could shape them...
It is easy to cry for others
But how tough to mke feel the cry
I wish I could string the drops
Rolling down my cheeks
But words fail me, emotions melt...
speak, speak, speak! a buzz murmurs
Monstrous thoughts creek and cram
In restless nightmares
The world needs speech
Hulabaloo, din and bustle chase
And bubbling thoughts appear and disappear.
Modern men cultivate talks
The world has become an open warfield
Then where do I go ?
Nowhere, Nowhere...
But I know there is a somewhere
Where silence speaks
In the cold marble tombs
Where the dead talk.
NIBEDITA BANDOPADHYAY
M.A.(PREVIOUS)
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