Pramila Khadun writes

The power of words

Sound is one of the most beautiful
Creations of God.
We can’t figure out the number of sounds
That keep humming across the globe,
Boundaries amorphous and tones numerous.
From the ocean of sounds
Emerge the waves of words,
In shades subtle and sweetness implacable.

Words cascading from the audacity of thoughts
Are interesting most of the time,
Effusive for some of the time
And for the rest of the time delineating,
Nonchalant, sans peur, sans pudeur.
Heroes of the past, present and of course the future
Believe in the strength of such words,
So do the philosophers and great thinkers.

There are words bursting from sarcasm,
Like lava, they flow, burning feelings,
Hurting sentiments, creating a maze in the mind
Where angels fear to tread.
Cowards with growing fears in their hearts
Hide behind such weapons,
For facing truth and looking at it in the eyes
Is to them a task next to impossible.

Sweetest of all is the language of poets
Where words are dressed in linguistic grace,
Coated with honey, ambrosia to taste,
Velvety to touch, celestial enchantress to listen to
And to hearts, a lamb, warm, loving and innocent.
Such words are so healing, so revealing,
So powerful, so wonderful
That deities bow down to them.

[sans peur, sans pudeur: withut fear, without shame. Cf Job 11:15, or The Book of Common Prayer: "we may without shame or fear rejoice to behold his appearing."]
 

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