yesterday i was collecting words

one was up there, sitting in the bo tree
another was in the banyan,
one was wandering in my street,
another was lying in the earthern jar,
a green word lay in the fields,
a black one was eating flesh,
a blue word was flying,
with a grain of sun in its beak,

every single thing in this world
looks like a word to me.

the words of eyes
the words of hands
but i do not understand
words i hear from a mouth
i can only read words
i can only read words.
- shiv kumar batalvi