A Written Word

You may find it
on some street-sign, somewhere
left forgotten
On few paper scraps, someone
left rumpled
On a rare tree-trunk, somebody's
careless scrawl
These days, more often
on human bodies, an inkling
of someway
to etch memory..

When you take
that little moment out, read it..
that street,
might turn out to be
road to your recovery
those scraps,
missing parts of your story
that tree-trunk,
a lesson from your history
and that human,
a new discovery, maybe!

A written word,
is just another word
without a voice,
deaf-and-dumb
but definitely
seeing the past,
ruling the present,
but more importantly
shaping the near future
You know why, because..
it teaches you, to read the Quiet.