Words Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Words can kill, words give life,
They heal the wound or twist the knife.
A bitter poison, a sweetened fruit,
Their power grows from the heart's root.
Teachers, human, flawed as they are,
Guiding others, yet bearing a scar.
Mistakes are made, lessons unfold,
In their hands, wisdom and courage hold.
Success, a beacon, but draws the gaze,
Critics emerge in envious haze.
The higher you climb, the clearer the view,
Yet shadows grow where envy brews.
Jealousy whispers, sharp and cold,
Pointing to flaws in the stories told.
The heart that envies, afraid to see,
Its own reflection in victory.
But words can heal, and hearts can grow,
The seeds of kindness, let us sow.
For in our flaws, we all align,
Shared humanity, a sacred sign.
So wield your words with tender care,
A spark of hope, a breath of air.
For words can kill, and words can mend,
They shape the world we seek to tend