By Madhusudan K
I hear the language of mouthed silence,
the language of love and patriotism,
That, not spoken by the earthly folklore,
But that of a voice I want to hear more.
The unheard voice is not sensed by my ears at all ,
but resounds in my heart over and over and over.
the wordless voice brings love for the nation into my heart,
and into my soul, even before, this poem was to start.
The voice is not that of dumb, but voiced folk,
but that of a heart,dumb but full of speech.
In the language of extreme love to oneself;
in the language I am not able to speak myself.
I pray for those millions of silent voices,
may the providence give them all the love they need.
Even their silence may bring voice to dumb people,
like me, and you and other voiced people.