WORDS

When I see within,
I see words wandering.
They help me speak myself,
Whether in summer, winter or spring.

A support system, they seem to be,
Even when you’re in the midst of worst.
From all the bounds, they make you free,
As they pull it all out, right from the thrust.

As randomly those words come,
I smile with them, I wipe my tears.
They make me feel, they make me speak,
They help me fight away all fears.

I thank them for being with me,
For making me what I am.
For describing me, for rejuvenating me,
And for expressing me time and again.
PRAGATI RATTI