did you want br to say br something br to me? br but the words br were shut out by the windows br and the walls bounced br the syllables into the chimney br and up and out br to paint the clouds black… br br did you want to say all br what was in your mind? br and the music came in just then br and drowned sweet words br and the weight of the books br fell on the living… br br br did you want br to sing something br to me? br but the cacophony of living br and the agony br of activity br sitting in the wings br drowned the performance… br and the falling leaves br in the Gardens of the North br covered all those standing alive… br br br did you want to whisper a word br but the ears you drew near to br were like the vengeance of birds? br br so your words br were never br heard br and will never be re-created br even by br machines br yet-to-be races will create br in times far hence br in the future br to bring back all words br of the human pastbr br Raj Arumugambr br