Words

At birth the sounds that struck the air

They made no sense but to the ones who cared

It got clearer and distinct as life moved on

Harder and fiercer the sentences they formed.

Passion and love flow through them for sure

Defiance and disagreement their absence ensures

One punctuation here or there now

Changing the meaning and making them growl

Laughter and sadness oh how easy they come

When they flow in sync, rhyme or come undone

The words are long and oh so strong

Idyllically formed to make poem to song

At times they come without a thought to spare

At times thoughts barely even get them there

Whatever derives or generates them now

Thankful they are for every consonant and vowel

The birth or death you will decide

In love or hate when you recite

They come easy to all who know the rules

They keep them up all night the fools

Finally when they leave the lips that utter them

Or when they are put to pen

Not a soul can take or change the feel

Those wound only time can heal

Let them come fast and without a thought to spare

Let them come slow and gently with care

Love them and lead them to their only grave

Words are powerful and meant only for the brave!