Wear words

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Wear words, in this world that lacks;
The comprehensiveness of its speech.
Run through those sheets,
Crumpled and scratched,
That hold the forgone.
Bleed onto the whites,
And speak, more than just with eyes.
Bring into the play; the back of your minds.
Howl between those;
Fallen out of dictions.
Run out; on the bare streets
Paint 'em with your red blush feet.
Print on the walls; beyond what exists-
The smoothest of the fables and
Roughest of the lives.

Wear words, in this world that lacks;
The comprehensiveness of it's speech.
Feed the empty, brains, with literacy;
That the heart seeks.

-Vedanshi Shah 

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