“Open any book and you’ll find characters
Popping out carrying their own set of words
And sometimes you’ll wonder if it is words
Alive because they are with some character
Or is it the other way round?” I had said once.
Words, some say, fill us with joy
Or even sorrow at times
With words we sink, words do buoy
Us out of messy unwholesome rhymes!
Words are saviours or just some toy.
But I can twist and turn a word
Into what I would want to say
And it sings as would a bird
Without a falter or a sway!
Thus I am the master by night and day!
But then, am I too someone in some book
With words to give the form I have
A form that thinks it has a lot to say
And thinks it orders words to sway?
This battle, I’m sure, is here to stay.
Written on 05 February 2013
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