This is about the mind of man. Neither the language nor the instrument matters in life. What matters is the outcome, the substance of thought, the practical output that filters through one's mind.

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Could you smear affection in glue?

Shake the pillars?

Dissolve the melanin blues?

Hebrew or Greek,

Silence or gestures,

won't count for much.

Even dews or fictions,

charcoal or Sarod, loom or

power does not thrive as instrument.

What precipitates is the ziggurat of the broken pieces of your white paper.

By Utpal Chakraborty

From: India

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