Infinitesimal dots
Standing aloof and proud
Whatever shape it may be
Curves and turns while tracing every path
The world praises you for what you mean
Your artifical utterances
And your bag of tricks
To me you are just bunch of sounds
Decipher which i cannot
But meaning i am well aware of
Dont have any existence
You dont mean what you say
You mean what you dont say
I love you more than anything
Despise you for the way understood
Stepping stones for every living but non breathing entities
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