All around me
Are writers and speakers
Tearing words apart
Pairing them
Ordering them
Mostly running after them
Without knowing why
Without understanding
The truth inside the world of words.
Users of words
Remain under duress
In a somewhat vocal way.
Every word
Lives multiple lives
Not getting stressed at all
And carries inside itself
Millions of poems and stories.
Next time you meet a word
Even if you maul and mutilate it
Or throw it in the bin
You will see that it never
Vitiates the environment
And smiles when you
Calmly sit with it and converse.
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Arvind Passey
Poem written on 30 July 2019
