Poem by Saroja Krishnamurthy (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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SAROJA KRISHNAMURTHY
YOU AND ME
Our eyes hear our words,
spoken through our brows
We are like this since aeons
No one knows this you know
Our conversation merges
in the grandeur of
blue yonder
My small stream met yours
when I got out of the dry land
Our streams became rivers
Our rivers met the ocean.
It's good that people think of us, mute and blind.
Sometimes when they compel us to talk.
we confuse them with our
flute and,
translates those notes in our verses.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator
