Words words words <br />we trade in words all our life. <br />Relations built and broken by words. <br />Hearts hurt or melded together by words <br />but when I look heavenwards <br />all words melt away <br />and my soul talks to its creator <br />in a language strange <br />like the hissing of pent up steam <br />or the brooks sweet music <br />or the silence of the valley <br />like the pitter patter of raindrops <br />on the desert sands <br />or the call of the cuckoo for freedom <br />trapped by a magician wicked <br />Where do they teach this language <br />what school college or university <br />O my Father my Lord Almighty<br /><br />anurag duggal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-language-of-the-mystics/
