#LanguageShadows
The language of shadows, a delicate art,
Where silence whispers and worlds depart,
A dance of dark and light entwined,
In every shade, a secret to find.
A strict teacher with a gaze so sharp,
Their words cut deep, leaving a lasting mark.
Yet in their discipline, a love is shown,
A guide through shadows, helping us grow.
Maa and Baba speak in that tongue,
Of moonlit nights and songs unsung,
Their words are soft as the evening breeze,
Carrying stories through ancient trees.
In the shadows, they see what we miss,
Unspoken truths in a gentle kiss,
A touch that lingers, a gaze that hides,
In the space where mystery resides.
Each word they write, a quiet spell,
A tale of love, a wish, a farewell,
Through the language of shadows, they reveal
The heart of a world that words can’t seal.
So, when they speak, listen close and deep,
For in...