I am talking to you
In a language,
That belongs to no one.
And this language
is giving trouble
To each one.
It is neither a
dialect nor
a sub-dialect.
It is not partitioned
in mates and bounds.
Let me give you
my language,
as you are giving me yours.
There would not be
any wrong any misnomer,
My dear, let me say
I am yours.
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