by Aisha Noorani
Language, perhaps, is not merely the endless attachment of letters to letters, and words to words. Perhaps, it is all and everything that can evoke something in you and me, or I and we. Perhaps, words allow the enslaved to be free,
the differences to finally agree,
the blind to see,
the hurt to be healed slowly,
the lost to find life’s precious key,
the silenced to witness an answer to their plea,
the friends to disagree,
the minds to develop progressively,
the hearts to flutter and flee,
the unjust to hear the final decree,
the broken to not be,
the people to live liberally,
and all that happens with the letters a to z.
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