Silent music
At my brain
And
That has been transliterated
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Mystical are the words
Magical are the words
We are with words
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While I think of you
My heart will have
Wings of imaginations-
Having those wings
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Grammarless poetry is there
Creedless pleasures are there
Languageless experiences are there
Expressionless emotions are there
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Wetness within a stone
May be felt
Fragrance in a thorn
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Heart expects some thing
Happening is some other thing-
These priceless human lives
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Behind an act
The magnitude of tact
Has to be pondered over
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"Killing occurred" this was said
"When? " this was asked
"Very long ago" this was said
"How was it done? " this was asked
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