Arrows Of The Tongue Poem by AFFAQ NABI

When words, like arrows, from the tongue do fly,
To their potency, which can heal or harm or slay.
For Lincy, a young rural gypsy, caught the eye
Of Macedonian prince with words of sweet display.
Her flower-like phrases won his heart's throne;
The poor Prince was defenseless, made her queen.
Though her words were sweet, her intent was thrown
To snare his heart with secret, cunning sheen.
Words, like double-edged swords, can cut both ways,
Bringing the despair or solace to our days.
But gentle words like doves, can bring new rays.
Words of wisdom have no effect on cowards.
Mine dearest, heed this counsel, and thrive:
Use words to heal, to bless, and to survive.