Written by: Yesha Shah

Words are shrapnels, they can Pierce deep, while shattering the heart into million pieces, a shearing pain. Silently it bleeds from the eyes as tears' outflow. Words are bandages They heal and repair Blisters of the soul Like a soothing balm Easing the trauma. Words are tender They lull to sleep, Voice of mother To her baby. Words ignite the fires of a revolt. Inspire nations WORDS.