Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 5, 2014

A POEM~by Indira Sadanandan


 

 

A POEM

Who created language ?
When?
It existed
Even before language
Words
Syllables
The poem .
When our eyes met first,
Slowly when the touch
I had with your fingers,
When heart to heart
Messages flown over
The senses and
When my stretched hands
Couldn’t get into the hold
Of your fingers before I
Plunged into the silence
And a poem was born


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