One day words will lost its weight
Only expression again will be the language as before
Beginning of our march towards...
One day it will happen and perhaps soon
A knocking we hear through pollution
Masks our only urgent requirement to breath
And we again marching to expose our engagements
Through night throughout the day to globalize our sentiments
We only suffering to suffer the others when words
Become useless by its meaning only addiction of expression
Standing high as the universal language again
This hypothesis I think the origin of diminishing
And if you think it has no meaning
Then meaning will revolt one day to your extreme anxiety
Such was our unseen resolution before making
The long race to leave the surface finally!
Pranab k c
19/11/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem