Words heard are sweet
Words unspoken are still sweeter
What to whisper about?
All known facts, realities
Everything at the tip of the tongue
None ignorant about infinitesimal thing
What to utter?
Histories, geographies, sciences discovered and invented
Libraries of ever flowing vast knowledge
Everything captured and stored
What to discuss?
God, man or a bee
Its rum to digest the psyche of a man
He differs so much from the other two
Remaining singularly plural
So alike and yet different
So similar yet distinguishable
How many heads can be counted
To account a different mystery
What all flying colours
The idiosyncratic specie
With a beginning and no end.
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