Language Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Language


It came out as a sound,
When the baby uttered it.
This sound was innocent,
To it's mom who heard it.

The baby's sound carried,
All the way across the room.
The mother would rush,
And arrive soon.

As the baby grew up,
It spoke in syllables,
Not to speak nonsense
But out of these words make sense.

This became a language,
Which everyone could understand.
Like words and meanings,
Written in the sand.