The word of 'please'
and the magic it has
the most difficult task
is what you can cash.
The ice which earlier
anger could not break
Was left by 'request'
just a molten cake.
Strangers become friends
unknown become known
Mere charm of words
that relationships are born.
Precious my words are such
they cost for none
Yet able to win the hearts
of all and one.
Still how miser are we
we spend them so less
Keeping them in our pocket
we end up making mess.
i wonder if there can be one insensitive to these words! good write, young man...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem! KK!