The Storyteller - Poem by Poornima Kanasen
He had a word for everything,
Amidst what was written and,
What was yet to be deciphered by his mind and translated by his pen?
He thought he had it all, destined!
Peradventure, he forgot,
Sometimes emptiness is just the absence of mere words,
Sometimes pain needs no elucidation, desperation needs not to be bold,
Poverty needs no evidence; brutality needs no more clarity,
Injustice needs not reasons; colours advocate not the racism,
Separation isn't the journey away from a destination,
It just needs simplicity to be simpler,
For it to be understood
He too needs silence,
The language of uncertainty, consolation and redemption!
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