They collate,
For a single one stimulates.
In bits and parts,
To curb, and to hit the darts.
Perplexion being an obstacle;
A well striven mind to tackle.
Intenders’ choice,
Who leaves us spellbound by that voice.
For pain and shatter,
To love and flatter.
Medium’s just one,
In front of these, no actions can be won.
Your own spoken never make you sad,
Enable you reach the crux; to not feel bad.
They make you cry,
Even yeild a massive why.
Throughout around,
Depending on a varied sound.
Believing in stories of sweet lime,
Composed of words; nothing to zest in that mime.
From Elizabethan times to today,
Even from when there were no really countable days.
They hit the podium,
The best one in front of all the titaniums.
They’ll never die,
Their power everywhere lies.
Gallons and gallons,
A mind definitely needs rewards of better balloons.
For feeding,
For keeping…..
Convincing is just a word,
What’s the word to convince a word?
Synonyms draw breath in millions,
Unknown to the most in the surroundings of ions.
Yet they’re better,
When in a string to clatter.
Pretty similar is mine,
“A String of Verses” flowing in line…
As they pour,
As they shower.
I get elated,
For I’m specially related.
–GUNEEV KAUR
Guneev Kaur 