What if our words recoil?

Photo Credit: Pulpolux !!!.Licensed CC-BY-NC.
Photo Credit: Pulpolux !!!.
Licensed CC-BY-NC.

What if
our words
the objects shaped by the alphabets we craft

and then hurl on others
return to us?

What if
they develop wings
and out of the blue,
after tracing a distance,
revisit us

and strike us?

What if
immediately after leaving us they
descend downhill
instead of advancing,

bounce back at us like a ball?

What if they,
like snakes
keen for spewing venom,
slither back to us,

bite into us?

Will we unquestionably endure?

Are we sure we won’t fall
beneath the boomerang of our own words?

Are we sure
the ball of our words
shall be as sponge and
not vulcanized?

And can we be assured
the snake we create,
shall be not spiteful,
and just return to kiss us
To make us feel invincible

About our creation?

If not,
Why do it?

Why not live through our words before they escape us,
and cause chaos.

Yes, words are weapons.

But are we so fiendish?

Have we been given
this wonderful tool
to harm anyone and everyone,

to deflate them?

Aren’t we wounded by such things too?

Why not our bark be so calm,
that it does no harm
when it returns to us?

Why not the snake, and
why not the ball
be desirable

just as they want them to be,
when thrown at us?

Why not? And why not

Our greatest
and most deceitful mace

the tongue

be used with duty?

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