One asks, what is the language of silence ?
One says its the mother tongue
What do I say when my mother tongues are more than one?
A chaos in silence
One asks what is the language of thoughts ?
One says its the mother tongue
I say, to give thoughts a language is to constrict them
I don’t know when i will stop translating and start thinking
Or calm the senate of myriad tongues
I write in one
Talk in two
Sing in three
Fail to express in four
Dance in tongues i don’t know
When i try to pinpoint which one feels like home
One runs deeper in my veins
One croons in my childhood dreams
One fills our empty car at night
One puts me to sleep
Though each language carries a culture, a conscience, a past
In each language i have built my roads and rooms
When i cant find a word
I run like a lost child helter skelter on the street
I check every turn, every shop, every nook and cranny
No matter how large my city
Multilingual, is what they call people like me
I call myself, lost and found a thousand times over
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