Only Words

Oh but they’re only words, so how do they sting?
Scarring souls and cleaving wing
Hatred spewed stays carved in stone
Like tentacles vile stripping one to bone
and leaving but nary a thing!

Yet they soothe and calm and lullabies sing
And caress so tender that tears they bring
They tickle, they cajole, they reveal wonders unknown
Oh but they’re only words!

A tool for bards scribing winter to spring
Rewriting history when hewn in a string
In prayer they flow to sins atone
Uttered in ecstasy, make a lover moan
Such power to destroy or preserve everything
Oh but they’re only words…
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Manoshi Bose

Manoshi Bose is a postgraduate in Analytical and Medicinal Chemistry and began her career in the pharmaceutical industry. However, her long-drawn clandestine affair with the written word just refused to die. After traveling the length and breadth of the country with her man in blue (Air Force, not Cricket) and dabbling in various fields like teaching, medical transcription, and content writing, she has finally decided to give her love for writing the time it deserves. As an empty nester currently living with her husband and five dogs in rural India, she believes there's ample material for her to tap into.