Alphabets and placements,
Is all you do,
Emotions and sentiments are all I play,
I am a word, yes, you hear me right,
A mere word, detached from all the sentiments,
Yet ,you make me whited sepulchre.
Your play of words and the recipients,
Are the decoder of my language.
I am the Kindred word oozing from different mouths, with different emotions,
One carry me along,
Another throw me aside,
All blame is mine,
Though it’s a wordplay,
I am just an assimilation of alphabets.
You can choose me wisely, you can play me wisely,
You can please a person, you can deceive him onset.
You can make him cry, you can raise him high,
All in all, a word and all,
Just your spill and my yell.
Choose me right, I shall be your crochet,
I am rich, sober and diligent for I am linguistic eloquent.
Play me wise.