'Seeds Of The Tongue' Poem by Dr. Padma Shree R P

From crimson lips, a storm unleashed,
Words like arrows, venom-dipped and mean,
Pierce through trust, like thunder cleaves the beech,
Leaving scars where laughter used to glean.

Whispers, hissing serpents in the night,
Coiling lies in moonlit, silver twine,
Twisting truth, till embers ignite,
Fanning discord, where once love did shine.

But on the tongue, a different bloom,
Words unfurl like petals, soft and bright,
Building bridges over chasms of gloom,
Guiding hearts through sunlit, dawn's first light.

Seeds they cast, on the fertile ground of hope,
Whispering of futures, yet unseen,
Where empathy's gentle hands elope,
Melting fear to tears, crystal-clear and keen.

A river forged in honesty's flow,
Washing away deceit's grimy stain,
Words like pebbles, smooth and white aglow,
Reflecting truth, unmarred by shadow's bane.

For every barb, a balm can rise,
For every shout, a song of solace sung,
From Seeds of Tongue, a garden thrives,
Where beauty blooms, from wounds once young.

So let your voice, a river run,
Carry whispers sweet, on feathered wings,
Let every word, a seed began,
In fertile hearts, where life anew now sings.

And though the storm may rage again,
And arrows pierce, and shadows creep,
Remember, words, like gentle rain,
Can water gardens, where souls find sleep.

So speak with care, with fire, with grace,
Each seed you sow, a world may hold,
Let love ignite, in every space,
From Seeds of Tongue, let stories unfold.

Dr. Padma Shree R.P.
January 4,2024