Words Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI
Words
Every morning
I play with words.
They are my clay;
I build my idol with them.
They ask me, how long
this childish play?
Quietly I calculate -
days, months, years
until I cease to exist.
Words give me reason to exist,
reason to express.
You won't have to like them.
Words are flowers;
I shower them on my heart
and feel content.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
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