POEM: The blind dialect

Ranganatha Sitaram

They debated and berated

They argued and gesticulated

They presented points and counterpoints

Yet found no consensus, no concord.

.

The words flew all around

They didn’t stick and fuse

They clashed,

the sparks flew

And left the air with fumes of incoherence.

.

For those around them it was clear

That they said the same thing

In different ways and

Different things in the same way.

.

And that is the story of blind dialect.

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