Yesterday, I was collecting words. <br /> <br />One was up there, sitting in the bo tree, <br />Another was in the banyan. <br />One was wandering in my street, <br />Another was lying in the earthen jar. <br />A green word lay in the fields, <br />A black one was eating flesh. <br />A blue word was flying <br />With a grain of the sun in its beak. <br />Every single thing in this world looks like a word to me. <br />The words of eyes, <br />The words of hands. <br />But I do not understand words I hear from a mouth. <br />I can only read words. <br />I can only read words.<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-430/
