The Follies

Language is rarely uneasy when it propounds follies

There is a daring loudness

Decibels drown any attempt that arises to reprimand

Convulsing tongue unsettles the truth

Words stain the clarity of vision probing the lunacy

Is it mere impotence of minds?

Maybe there are better explanations hidden in a sheath

They will willingly stab any resistance

Truth looks for an appropriate moment to roar again

Reason fails to win in the frequent clash of languages

Wisdom prevails when it is experienced sincerely

Unfamiliar thoughts gain prominence on introspection

Stunted estimates of language are forgotten

Mind recalls the strongest thoughts to obliterate follies


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