Words Stay.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Acts and their rich fruits
stomp across the boundaries.
Words may run or fly;
they too stand and never die!

Talks are never just nothing!
They are often really something.
Parables are ever golden treasure
and great quotes yet wisdom shower!

Besides the acts, the words of first love
remain cuddled in the ever pink cove!
Shall we ever forget the sharp arrow
that we have to swallow with a sulky furrow?

All words are never like a bubble.
Just make a noise like many a rubble.
Words come out in busy talks.
And talking too is one of the acts.

Acts and their rich fruits
stomp across the boundaries.
Words may run or fly;
they too stand and never die!