We drifted with languages, staggered to communicate,
To the existence itself; beyond, can ne’er relate;
Beings since beginning, mere behaved to beget,
Into many, yet, spoken words restricted, what meant.
As reverberated ne’er, nor it ever reached,
Any escape velocity couldn’t make it free;
Albeit words brought joy, pleasure, well spent,
Even opposite of theirs; alas, existence never felt.
In rhythm or rhyme or in meters said,
In prose or sonnets or in free verses began;
When closed the eyes, thought would talk,
Alas, translated neither into warp; nor ever walked.
To species another, conveyed mere expressions,
So confined on sphere evolved sans traction;
What communicated itself at sub-atomic space,
Incomprehensible it’s, as we aren’t even part of race? :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022