My words...

When my words were on the ground
My life was full of flowers all around

When my words were angry
I tortured my soul deeply

When my words were stone
I was standing alone

When my words were revolution
I was leading people billion

When my words were sweet
I was having meaningless tweet

When my words were high
I was always touching sky

When my words were softer
I never got the answer

When my words were dark
I only had momentarily spark

When my words were nice
I only attracted mice

When my words were scorn
I was walking with thorn

When my words were bold
I was left shivering with cold

When my words were judgemental
I never got to see what was actual

When my words were command
I never received my demand

When my words were innocent
I was treated as patient

When my words were request
I was always suppressed

When my words were sympathy
I was looked at awfully

When my words were touchy
I was labeled being cozy

When my words were honey coated
Ants and flies were only bred

When my words were love and affection
I never created desired attraction

When my words were for forgvieness
It created an impact endless


© Rakesh Kumar Sept. 2010