Words Poem by Pranjal Borah

In the world of words,
There is a crossword puzzle.
I have yet to solve.
About the words you say,
Or the words you keep.
Because, when the world will come.
To the end, the end hope.
Your eyes will rust,
And so will your tears.
But there will be an echo.
Of the truth unsaid.
Of the words unspoken.

So, solve the puzzle.
Before words are lost.
Solve the puzzle.
Before the frost.
As in the end, it won't matter.
Who cries for you, who smiles for you.
In the end, it won't matter.
If it is him, me or you.
Because there is a crossword puzzle.
Standing unfilled.
And the echo of truth.
Will just be the end.