Times are too confusing
Words are too shallow to reveal
truth
There are times
When all I want is
To speak to you
Without using any familiar tongue
I want to let our hands speak
In their mysterious ways
Like our lips do
When I speak to you
I can’t rely on corruptible medium
They say even faces can be
deceptive
To speak to you is important
But to speak clearly is more important, love
So next time when we meet
Let our hands do the talking
While you pretend to read your
book
I’ll pretend to look out of the window
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