"Sticks and stones
may break my bones
But words can never hurt me"
So often used,
But not so true
Since words can tear
and haunt me.
"I hate you!", from a lover's lips
"You're a waste!" from a mother
Are not as hard as bullets and bricks
But the hurt will make you shudder.
"I loved you" from a distant friend
"You're gone now" for the grave,
Have broken many a stone-hard heart
And left helpless were the brave.
You think that words are weaker than knives
That may be true, I know
Still, when we're in a dark rough place
It's love-lit words that light bestow
The inky pen is small in size
Yet it's mightier than the sword,
For a Pen can make dreams and kingdoms rise
But no weapon can speak for God.
So when you are saying bad, bleak words
Make sure you know their weight,
‘Cause sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can change my fate.
Author: Iffah Peerzada
Editor: Durva Shesh