Words have always inspired me,
those in thoughts were quite fascinating,
I got immersed in them, and they called ‘ a recluse’
When my uttered ones traveled without common sense,
I was made fun of.
But words were there as thoughts, musings,
often disguised in trivial things,
as trivial as a mother’s love for her child,
and as great as conducting an Olympic event.
The trees spoke to me,
I heeded only little but spent time
on reading newspapers.
The animals whispered often in my ears
That we “co-exist” with you.
Now, at this age, I find the written words
lack the veracity all those creatures of god
possess and exist.