Dipping my hands in love
I press words to mould them
Into my allies
asking them to convey what I cannot
He chooses to remain illiterate.
Hugging my knees I tell him
Dreams keep flying inside my head
Robbing me of all peace
Driving away every bit of sleep
He yawns- it’s time for his forty winks
What do I do
When words is all I have
To tell what cannot be told in words
To someone who won’t listen
