The language

  

I wonder how the leaves learned the language of the wind,

the language that even trees can't understand..!

Must be the same way;

That a cuckoo sings,

The spring blossoms,

The dawn kisses a dew drop,

When your sublime language of silence speaks to me

the language which tied me to you naked, yet unknown to me… just to me!

Now the twilight has arrived,

No more... no more, we gonna share

A word, a glance, not even a droplet of pain.

Even then, why don’t you entrust me a dictionary of your language?

the language of silence that you communicate, just not to me...!

No…not for me to learn in this moment of sunset,

But just to frame it, and hang it in my living room;

the language that the wind speaks, you speak

the language that the entire universe understands, except me..

just me....!!!