the power of human creation
hits me hard
with the realisation
that the precise combination
of the sounds escaping their mouths;
the strange enunciations
attached to them.
whereas to me
they are devoid of all that.
they’re just sounds.
This poem came into being on 1st January 2018 when I was in Dubai with my family.
While hearing the locals talk in Arabic, it dawned on me, almost like magic, that to converse in a particular language we merely create a series of sounds with our mouths. It is beautiful how the other person successfully understands (in most situations) exactly what we want to say. A single syllabic sound, if produced differently, will alter the entire meaning.
And while one particular series can be understood by one man, a different one will make sense to another.
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Image credit: A picture of yours truly clicked by my brother while on a trip to the desert in Dubai.