Thursday, January 22, 2015

Rosetta

Rosetta

Strange,
That when I needed to be silent,
I babbled like a brook;
and of course, 
when I needed a word
I was struck dumb.

How comforting
an empty dictionary 
might have been,
to search for words
and never find any

to commemorate a passing,
something brutally torn,
a childhood too fleeting, a love
beyond language. Another invisible
brick in Babel's ziggurat.

2 comments:

Catherine A. Winn said...

I enjoyed reading this, Vasudev. It says so much!

Diane DiBiase said...

I enjoyed it as well :-)