Pulkita Anand
We stop deceiving through language
With names and meanings
With sounds and spellings
With dangling sentences and silent letters
With words piling on words
With the mob of vandalised words growing
With defunct adjectives and rudimentary words
With clichéd idioms and repetitive slogans
With many languages buried and trampled by time
With semicolon and period not able to end hatred
With the diction of the past blurring the future
With people like sentences suddenly knitted and put in parentheses
With linguistic mutilations and marriages between tongues
With queues of hunger in clauses
With capital letters capturing completely
With the discourse of excuses and limping efforts
With italics immigrant impoverished
With charred forest in asterisks
With innumerable dead words
With the long quotations of leaders lingering long
With broken grammar, dissolved words
With question marks and exclamatory marks left
With no full stop to hatred, war, and misery