That mound of Earth

A snail, a fox, a horse's trot

A bud, a bloom, a drooping petal

A sapling, a trunk, branches

Pale delicate shoots green

A leaf, cluster, yellow and fall

A flower, a fruit , green and ripe

A road, a hump , a destination

A river, a bank, and a flow

The sea, the endless grain of sand

The gentle breeze, the endless days

The moon waxing and waning

The rains, a drizzle and a torrent

The sun warm and burning

Seasons which run the test of time

The crawl, a stumble, a run

A walk, a stumble and a pain.

I have walked miles painlessly

I now walk painfully

I do not punctuate today

For I need none

Language is a need

Sometimes inadequate

Most of the times incomplete

Yet I search in language

Unworded wounds, deep anxieties

Restless pursuits, untraced roads

Unformed words, misused emotions

Thankless relationships, hope and fear

Which have no language

I return to stares and sounds

And learn to talk all over again

I return to the origins for meanings.

Eyeing that mound of earth

Which will be my home for eternity