Language Poem by Binoy Barman

Lying in the petals of silence
Time laughs with all its hypnotic power
And language is born in the vocals of neonate
Swahili, Mandarin or Haitian hour.

All vernaculars taste sweat to the native tongue
Let’s pray in the International Mother Language Day
All languages be happy with their children
Express in mother tongue whatever you have to say.

Flames of Salam, Jabbar, Rafique and Barkat
Now belong to the whole humanity
Language is a triangle of lips, ears and head
City leads to village, village to city.

Fishes fidget in the net of words
Their sorrows are inundated by flood
Clouds weep to see the crippled heights
Their tears pour down as drops of blood.

Trees may be more eloquent than man
We don’t know what language they talk
Flowers talk with their scent and colour
Mountains with their stony icy stock.

When stars talk with the waves of light
A pair of lovers sitting silent in the park
Can you make out their beat of heart?
True language they have, nice and stark.