Words when take the form of rage
The more they pour, the more they are vague
With the sense gone long ago
The tongue wags now, with full force
There is no time to think and speak
The words banter away as they creak
Endless are the arguments that are no more sane
It is like watching the rise of bane
As words cut through hearts to keep alive the fear of hurt
It's time to wake up and throw away the rut
For no balm can soothe a bleeding heart
But those words of kindness that bind all pieces from
falling apart…..
5 comments:
lovely! i just loved every bit of this poem! it carries a good message as well :)
The sheer power of words! Expressed beautifully :)
Words are one's best tool
If words could heal, make me the words which could heal the world...
Thank you Ankita, Smita and everyone :)
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