I wish I could play the mellifluous song
that blesses with
a silent harmony of voices.
I wish I could weave that web of words
which when opened leaves not
a single thread for the eye that sees.
Alas! I flock far away
In a fury of jumbled nothings.
The song floats in the air,
with the wing of words to soar high.
My hands spread
hope for the zenith of the sky
and my soul in shackles,
tiptoes the earth to fall off
from the heaven of life.
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