Language is not a load of thoughts;
It is a game of words targeting ideas,
Trendily, to the victory stand.
The language you speak, grows great,
The way you use it,its beauty to state.
What is said, can never be unsaid.
But what remains untold, can always be told.
Measure the meaning and reach of
What is being said, to make it well said.
Language makes the universe shrink and expand,Like the moon waning and waxing in a geometric galaxy.
The roads might be racy and ritzy, or rough and battered,
For exciting exits or exclusive entries,
With zebra crossings or zero markings,
With traffic beats and signals, or no streetlights.
They may be easy to deal with or difficult to manage,
Like a jamboree of children in their mixed manners.
You can simply cross them or struggle to navigate,
With your talking GPS often misguiding.
You can choose to travel along the streets and roads,
With your flair for trekking or passion for travelling,
That gets your travel going, as great it shall be.
So are the roads to your preferred language too;
Using the roads shows them, the manner you woo.
P.Chandrasekaran.
