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Even Trees Talk || Arunav Barua


Hearing is not akin to listening, I heard
I hear, do I also listen to the talking bird?
One day is spent as another, only free now
From the monotonous repeat, tell me how…

Give me a canvass that is as white as snow
Put in some colours, pictures that reveal, show
The way to a heart is through words true
It takes more than one to listen, it takes two…

I heard the rustling leaves in a wind gone wild
I heard the laughter of innocence, some child
Who could talk to trees with laughter hidden
Only a child could unlock that which is forbidden…

In dreams then, let me become that child again
There is much sorrow in the world, forget the pain…

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