There are some br Special soul affections br Cannot name them br For fear of pretension br br They are beyond the br Mundane songs br Or the rhymes br And rhythm of throngs br br The kind of love br That Dew has for the flowers br Or The one br That binds br Moon to the stars br br The eternal quest br Takes rives to the sea br Admiration of sky for Earth br Horizons are made of these br br There is a world br Beyond the words br No barriers of br Languages hurt br br For too much spoken br Or too less said br Oftentimes causes br All the unrest br br So let's move on br To that quite town br Where hearts can speak br Lips make no soundbr br Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedibr br