Even wordless but it shouts,
may be silent but speaks loud.
Comes from wind, waves, sun,
deeper than centre of gravitation,
dumb as rock, fast as our thought,
sees the future, keep ledged the past,
understands baby's coo, bird's chirp.
Poetry is shadow of the universe.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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