WORDTALK
A young boy is unable to find the words to say
‘All landscapes are made of sadness’
Having picked up scattered words along the way
He stutters at last: ‘Sadness’
The word’s head and body mixed up
Wings, hooves, stripes, tail and a voice
A word with two heads
Stands forever at the crossroads
Your knowledge of the sign language
Saves you from being eaten
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VISHNU SWAROOP lives in Coimbatore. He writes poetry both in Tamil and English and translates his own work between the two languages. He is currently in his final year of engineering studies and is working on his first poetry collection in Tamil.
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