If They are not Translated

In the absence of translations, would you be eager to ponder

On those lines that stare at you in a different language

Their emotions may be similar to yours; do not misconstrue the cadence

When nothingness surrounds you and implores to listen to the truth

Someone trying to reach you through with personal yearnings

Do not dismiss the lines to be silent ones; they have so much to speak

The eternal longings survive every possible twist of fate 

Possibly waiting for you, an ardent one, for a patient hearing

Not to refute their sentiments written in a special language; just for you

In the absence of tradition and traditional way of deciphering emotions

~Amitav