......HER.....
I'm the jumble of alphabets.
Sometimes I, other time YOU
and some other time WE.
I'm the wind that passes over.
But of the ocean, river or the sea?
I'm the curve of the moon.
Of the East or the West?
I'm a book, elaborate but torturious and complex.
At times, a piece of paper too, simple, calm and undemanding.
I'm the roar in the jungle.
And, the squeak behind the woods too.
I'm the colour spilled all over.
The implement of the spoil too.
I'm an exclamation also the quirk.
I'm the melody for the discontented.
And, dissonance for the impish too.
I'm only old not sold.
In me you enter the new (your) world.
Because, I'm all.
I'm the words of their call.
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