By Pinky   

Words are nice,words are prized
When words are by elders advised
Words are good words are glad
So life takes another turn
Words are foul and words are bad
To my ears it seemed poison
My heart knew not the reason
Why do people choose words
To bring out minute elements and deeds
Words leave behind impressions on the heart
A heart which has the power to bring endless words
Those words which can make a different impact on this world

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I was once filled with fear while reciting a poem at a function on October 2 the birth anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi.