I cant talk like this,
I have seen speeches,
Words and warnings,
And protest and caution
And truth as many times told,
Grow wings and travel like littel birds in the sky,
Rising and falling,
And never mastering the art
Of perfect flights till hours and hours later,
And till a near fall, a near death.
The absolute, abstract and apparitions,
They have walked like me,
Sounded in voiced, silent and voiceless voices.
But the open ears, deaf ears and in between
All missed the message.