We heard some hearsays
Again & again repeated
We learned this language
And made it our first hand tool
To communicate
We said what we didn't mean
An invention of lying
We were caught in dilemma
We created a lot of confusions
We shut our eyes
We closed our heart
And listened just these words
These empty words
And we thought we knew
What needs to be known
And made it sure
Ours children will know them too
A tradition to condition thy mind
A custom to hand down rumors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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