Questions about where are you from and where you belong
as well the question after your mother tongue
I feel the importance, the urge they all are after
for me it seems selfish, asking for disaster.
Just now, there was a woman crossing my path
on a way to an ashram, the way she was about to ask.
She asked me about my language - my ego coudn't resist
to get about this question a little bit pissed.
The 'anger', for sure, emerged from my personal need
not knowing the answer or having the solution sheat.
In general my answer would straight be
the only universal language is love, compassion and letting each other be.
I thought I give it a try, speaking it out
her reaction was angry, her voice turned loud.
She spoke about using her for spreading 'my ideas'
I was just hoping to find company without fears
Her outspoken thoughts seemed lika a knife in my breast.
My heart stopped beating, so heavy my chest.
Left alone, she was moving fast away.
I was hoping for help. What she left was disbelieve and decay.