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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Words are vile worms Worse than pathological germs When I see them on blackboard Or behold them on computer screen They pester and prick like pointed pin And make me scream and writhe in pain Sending sore signals to my brain While passing by a big hoarding in a bus They seize and smother me like octopus They have hideous hands and perilous paws Which have caused mankind all its woes They frighten me For they emerge like cacophonous crowds And round me like dead body shrouds When I encounter them in a novel Or unearth them from history with a shovel They fill my eyes with itching and irritation With their wanton and weird aggression When I see them lurking like panther in death sentence of court verdict Or see them in Astrological forecast That darkest future predict Or see them in Pathologist's Report telling blast cells in blood And detecting leucocytes rising like flood In Elisa Test declaring someone positive... Words kill and stab and nip in bud Merciless butchers they are! Ignoble ripples in mud Words everywhere words Repulsive and ubiquitous like migratory birds Can't we get rid of them as we do With poultry birds infected with flu? Can't we turn deaf mutes and talk in gestures And in maim the drama of life rehearse? Let's be disoriented in a spell of Amnesia Where we forget Who we are and all our paraphernalia Or let's be struck with severest aphonia So that neither sign nor sound can us harass And we can fly calm kites of euphoria From a lonely terrace
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