I just re-read this poem by Gulzar…
मैं जितनी भी ज़बाने बोल सकता हूँ

Perhaps you have read it too…
In my opinion, it may be one of the subtlest expressions of the human condition in general. By ‘expression’, I mean the outpouring of one’s helplessness in the face of life’s meanness and cruelty.

I think the most poignant line of the poem is this:
“पढ़ा लिखा अगर होता ख़ुदा अपना”
This one line, I believe, single-handedly captures all the anguish felt by all humanity in all time!
I don’t think the specific language used to express that anguish really matters! Language is after all a medium, and the medium doesn’t matter to the Divine or the Brahman!
है ना?
Perhaps this is what Gulzar laments about in the poem and captures in the title –
“मैं जितनी भी ज़बाने बोल सकता हूँ “
It shouldn’t matter which one the 6000+ languages in the known world one uses, the message remains the same!
“Help! ”
Come to think of it, it shouldn’t matter which one of the billions of worlds in the universe the call is coming from either…

However, the real question is “is there someone listening in the first place!”
Being literate or otherwise is a secondary issue. If He is not listening, then, what’s the point!
Perhaps He is really “निर्गुण” (nirgun)! Perhaps deaf!

I am tempted to post the entire poem here in hindi or urdu for your benefit, but due to the likely copyright restrictions, I will only post a humble translation as I understood the nazm!

“However many tongues I may speak
All have been tried…
He understands none,
Neither a nod nor an acknowledging grunt !
Perhaps he thinks –
Only angels should read it to him,
Sometimes I write some sher by ‘Ghalib’ on the Moon
Either He washes it off or takes a nibble and [spits] it out
If only He were literate…
We could at least correspond even if we cannot converse!”

If you want to read the original, here is a link:

TTYL!