Give me a drop of a word I need to catch hold of that word-beetle with my tongue. black words are swinging in and around the evil tongues
Give me a piece of chalk just to break the lock of the alphabets with my words chalks of charcoal draws while the live coal falls on my chest
Give me a look of kindness my throat has become drought and dry I am unable to drink a drop of water looks of kindness becomes angry eyes the lights of virtue becomes fumes of darkness