We think a lot about our language
When speaking to others
Choosing kind words,
To watching whether we sounding proper
Were the words polite or politically correct?
We tend to dress our thoughts too much
To present it in a subtle way
Overall getting our speech camouflaged…
Yet why do we fail miserably
When talking to ourselves?
Why do we let venomous thoughts inside our mind to dwell?
Why do we deride ourselves constantly
Creating a wave of turmoil
Often subduing inner conscious
From crafting its magic
Dont we often paint our life
In somebody else’s command
Failing to articulate
Our thoughts placidly?
But do you know?
Every cell of our body are magically designed
Each acumed to our voice
A pinch of love, a teaspoon of compassion
Will once again set it in proper stride
Health and happiness immensely…
Because Oh mate!
In the end,
Our life is our handicraft;
That cannot be engineered
By manmade bookish norms…
– Aishwarya R
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