T3 শারদ সংখ্যা ২০২২ || তব অচিন্ত্য রূপ || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় Aneek Chatterjee
I was telling you something this morning
But you couldn’t hear.
Everything was so clearly audible,
but you couldn’t hear.
I began to shout in anger
I began to shout in desperation
Your face told me, it was inaudible.
Finally, I discovered vocal sounds
do not breed a dialogue.
Every conversation needs glowing eyes
and perceptive, tender senses.
For the first time this morning
I turned speechless.