Cool web ( after
guardian)
So
supple and sweet are
children;
They mumble
in their spongy web
Of their
velvety mouth water dripping
at
times. Fragrant Rose and twitter
and Dawn with chirp of birds go well
in their
ebullient streak of brush stroke.
Yes! Children
can not spell the crude
Warring
world and ammunitions of war
thundering
for miles and miles ahead.
Cannot
Spell the dry arid cast around us.
We
have the gift of speech and articulation
to hurt
and hurl words of abomination,
to twist and roll
to stiffen and snub
not merely
to chill a day but to chill
others
with daggers of words and speech
taking
nowhere.Always in a cool web of
language
we are balanced with safe entourage.
But we
if lose our grip and language,
If we
surpass our boundary to enter into
Another
arena of limitless cacophony
We encounter
a
trap before death
traps us
into negation and null.
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