A Bond Of A Human Touch

Smile is not just my name
It is a bond of a human touch
The mime of my very heart
The language of my whole
It is my shield behind I hide
Never did it fail to win its fights.
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“Abhor and hate”, their mention I don’t even rate
To God my gratitude they are erased from my human traits
And so many a word like “foe”
Fell into oblivion as I no longer know
Love I do not preach to humans souls reach
Love in all my tenses my motto and the breath I breathe.
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For wrong and right no right I have to judge
Just I try to understand and hold no grudge
On my own life I cannot say I have the upper hand
So how dare I determine the seeds on each land
Oops! Metaphor is the language of the poet
How would I meet such an honour and a merit!
Indirect speech to my students I always teach
The teacher in me would emerge spontaneously in speech
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My words, to me, only words they are not
Rather the epitome of my raw feelings and every single thought
A deep sense of self-esteem, not over but high
Still of profound roots, earthy.. the limit is the sky
Would we have to apologise for who we are
Would we prevent the sun to rise or eclipse the light of the star.