Rhetorics: The Illiterate

 In a world where wisdom's currency,

Who shall speak for the illiterate?

Do they ponder questions just the same,

Or do they face a life unlabeled, unexplained?

What weight do they assign their words,

When letters dance like foreign birds?

Can their thoughts take flight and soar,

When pages close, leaving them wanting more?

Do they see the world in colors bright,

Or is their canvas veiled in night?

Can they fathom life's complexity,

When words remain a distant mystery?

Where do they find solace and peace,

When libraries stand as guarded keeps?

How do they navigate life's winding road,

When tales of wisdom go untold?

But are they truly lost, forsaken,

Or have they found a different haven?

A world of touch, of sound, of sight,

Where wisdom blooms in nature's light.

For illiterates too have stories to share,

In the language of laughter, love, and care.

Their words may never grace the page,

But their wisdom lives, from age to age.

So let us not dismiss their voice,

For they too can make a conscious choice,

To learn, to grow, to seek, to find,

The answers that elude the literate mind.