Words

Words, yes what you and we all write, think,

and everything belongs to words,

they born, grow and die,

also they teach, flow, fly,

play, cuddle, care, love, amuse and fascinate,

similarly they entertain, encourage, inspire, motivate,

create, build-up, relieve, motivate, nourish, bloom,

glorify, appreciate and praise as well..

However as they are used,

sometimes they hurt, punish, frustrate,

mislead, mystify, confuse, break down, and fall apart..

even sometimes they are misused, mistaken, fooled,

ignored, misunderstood and neglected.

Then who are Poets?

Poets observe, witness, experience and live,

the drifts and dark corners of human mind,

they cultivate new fields of words,

using imagination and let the readers to take,

the harvest in wholesome.

They use the very words that everyone else see everywhere.

What is the difference?

Poets filter and lead their thoughts,

into the most suitable words,

to let readers rethink about,

the very words they used to see, hear and speak,

in a way they have never even thought of.

Poets' words always dissolve,

the complex puzzles in human mind,

they always clear the gloomy and blurry pathways,

with a river of fresh words.

So why can't we say,

words are refurbished by poets?