Words have the power
A basket of them
Effective effervescent
Freshly plucked
Quite like the flowers
Fragrant
A garland a bouquet
Maybe, just a few
At the feet of the deity
Even the wildflowers, one sees
Bring peace
Words have the power
Use them freely
Once in a while set yourself free
Many I have known, since ever
Have chosen the quiet
Locking the fragrance
Flowers wilt
The voice devoid
Locked inside
Into the vast void
Words have the power
Brings in a sense of belonging
Dare to bare, helps to bear
All that is