Sometimes my words freely fly,
Sometimes they get caged...
Sometimes my words bear the criticisms,
Sometimes they get praised;
Somewhere my words light the lamps of hope,
Somewhere they bring the storm...
Sometimes my words get attired in disguise,
Sometimes they take my form;
Sometimes my words become my swords,
Whereas, sometimes they fightback with me...
Every time I search my words,
At That very time they explore me;
My words, your words, our words,
All seems the same...
Just with different synonyms and with different identities,
They build up our frame .
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