By Hardik Jain
All around me are the words,
Floating like stars,
Each one is shining brightly,
Each one is leaving scars.
Some of them are hopeful,
Some of them are kind,
But others cut like knives,
They're the ones, I often find.
Words that lift me up,
And words that bring me down,
Some of them are whispers,
Some of them are frowns.
I try to hold the good,
And let go of the bad,
But sometimes it's so hard,
I just feel so sad.
Words can heal or hurt,
They have so much power,
They can make us laugh or cry,
At any given hour.
So, let's choose our words wisely,
And spread some joy around,
Let's be kind to one - another,
Let's lift each other off the ground.
All around me are words,
And I choose them carefully,
For the ones we speak out loud,
That shapes our reality.
WHAT MATTERS THE MOST :
THE WORDS THEMSELVES AS
THE WAY THEY ARE SPOKEN
OR THE PERSON
WHO SPEAKS TO THEM ??
By Hardik Jain
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