Magical Words Poem by Bidyarnab Das

In whispers soft, enchanting, heard,
A symphony of magical words.
Through twilight's veil and starlit night,
They dance and weave, a spell's delight.

With incantations, ancient and wise,
They conjure dreams 'neath moonlit skies.
In syllables, secrets they do keep,
In verses, mysteries, deep and steep.

From wizard's tongue to poet's pen,
They wield the power of gods, of men.
In spells of love, they softly sigh,
And in tales of woe, they gently cry.

Oh, magical words, how they enthrall,
With every syllable, they entwine all.
In realms of fantasy, they roam free,
Guiding hearts to where they're meant to be.