Word

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Words can heal,

So can it hurt.

Sometimes the word uttered

Can deep inside

Make the wound-

And the wound never heals…

Each time you touch

You feel it's sore!


It's like a nail pierced wood,

Even if the nail is removed

The scar remains…

Many a times that word is said-

Thoughtless and with insignificance-

But the impact on listener 

Is deep and hard…


The grandma's who sob 

Even in their twilight

On that trivial word uttered 

To her in her youth…

People burn in those words…


Word can heal too,

And more can a touch.

Life is too short to remember the wounds,

It's time to get ready to be healed,

Self-heal, stop touching the wound

But assure yourself how good you are,

Look in to yourself,

And how grateful you need to be -

To be alive.

This moment matters…


How will you make memories 

When you stopped living 

Long ago when you were wounded?

You are refusing yourself 

And the people around

The experience of mesmer.


Some things can't be changed,

This moment is what you have-

Live it.




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