reading Shakespeare's sonnets
makes me humble and timid
a walk taken along with the bard
respect for his writing
with pen and on parchment
this English beguiling tongue
still amazes - for its stretch
its depth - its fantastic width
and I shall only know so few
of these idioms and patois
of the lingua franca even today
it adds a word or three -
just look at the urban vernacular
no other language is so
beguiling - except of course
the French - but none of these
is what my mother spoke to me
so flustered I still stand in front
of the words - and their significance
because without words
we cannot think in concepts
without words we cannot live
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