Lord of the linear narrative,
Show me the point at which I should begin.
Stop me when I have said as much as I should.
Regulate my voice, I boom too much
and my whispers are shrill.
Feed me words on those long, slow afternoons.
Allow me the grace of serendipity —
To find lost continents on my tongue.
Give me the gift of silence,
and then set me adrift.
Jerry Pinto is a media professional and writer. He lives in Bombay