There are some <br />Special soul affections <br />Cannot name them <br />For fear of pretension <br /> <br />They are beyond the <br />Mundane songs <br />Or the rhymes <br />And rhythm of throngs <br /> <br />The kind of love <br />That Dew has for the flowers <br />Or The one <br />That binds <br />Moon to the stars <br /> <br />The eternal quest <br />Takes rives to the sea <br />Admiration of sky for Earth <br />Horizons are made of these <br /> <br />There is a world <br />Beyond the words <br />No barriers of <br />Languages hurt <br /> <br />For too much spoken <br />Or too less said <br />Oftentimes causes <br />All the unrest <br /> <br />So let's move on <br />To that quite town <br />Where hearts can speak <br />Lips make no sound<br /><br />Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-affections/
