UNSAID WORDS

 

Much more was said,

In those words that remained unsaid,

Thousands of languages,

That thrived here through ages,

Infinite letters that were spiled in books,

By poets, kings and some crooks,

Pages were burnt by emotional fire,

In the furnace of hate or desire.

Abusing words wantonly swallowed,

Unsaid, but through eyes they bellowed

Strong stomachs didn't suffer indigestion,

Though unsaid words piled up in congestion.

Are we the slaves of slipped out words,

Or Masters of that didn't escape chords?

Unsaid words buzzed inside my mind,

Through piercing eyes they did unwind.

©K. Radhakrishnan