Oh! How many times,
Has it happened,
That I spoke of,
What’s not needed,
In the wrong situation,
And wrong time.

As if seems,
The sound of my own voice,
Not in my control,
For it chooses it’s own path,
Wandering and speaking,
What’s not in my dart.

So let’s practice,
To be aware,
Of what we speak,
Of what’s come out,
Of our slippery mouth.

For if taken control,
Holds the power,
To change one’s heart,
To spread love,
To spread beauty,
And to let our wisdom,
Reach far and wide.

 

 


P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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