Nature Of The Words Poem by Shuaib Saifi

Few words of love, few of sympathy
Are sweeter even than the honey.
Not only upon a heart do fall
Their drops, but even upon the soul.

Few words of hatred, few of apathy
Are the arrows too much edgy.
Not only a heart that badly wound
But even the soul to a great bound.

Always use strong words and healthy,
Free from the disease of hatred, apathy.
Who use the sick words I deadly hate them,
They be the wild beauty or glossy fame.