Words are better than roses

                                            The vital difference between,
                                   Human beings and the other creatures,

                       Is the language, the words that convey our emotions.
                        
                            Our choice depends upon our own prudence, nature,
                   And proclaims our knowledge, intelligence, wisdom and personality,
                   As they can be sweeter than honey, brighter than the glitter of diamond,
                            Depending upon the way we handle and maneuver them.

                     Everybody is congenitally hungry of the sweetness of words,
           Our pet, a mendicant, a stranger we meet for the first time expects it from us,
                          Even a baby who does not understand a language,
                    Accepts the soft words combined with a smile in gratification.

                                  When your neighbor approaches your door,
                         With some complaints, looks serious and  furious about it,
                              Give him a sweet smile and some welcome words,
                   Offer him a chair, a glass of water, praise him of his smart look,
                                 Ask about his family, kids and his concerns,
                                 That would be suffice to marginalize his rage,
                                       Lower his voice and sooth his soul,
                             A discussion would replace a probable hot squabble.

                    "Buddham saranam gachchami, Sangham  saranam gachhami",
                "Take asylum with the Buddha, come and take shelter in the association,"
              Were so enchanting and soft but powerful words, the history is its evidence,
                           The powerful, cruel, bloodthirsty, imperialist Ashoka,
                          Surrendered to the glory and charm of those few words,
                           All his ambitions, proud, power, cruelty and king-hood,
                                      Vanished in minutes and he came forward,
                                To propagate the Buddhism in the neighborhood.

                         A great heart, a humble personality spontaneously casts,
                           Flowery of kind words even for them who cause harm,
                             "Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."
                  Of Jesus even when the soldiers divided His cloths among them,
            Are simple yet so precious and generous that always echos in Pradipta's mind,
                      Even diamonds are mere metals if compared to these words.

                                 Being  a good listener to your fellow human being,
                                   Instead of gifting someone a bouquet of roses,
                       When you honestly present some humble words with a smile,
                       That would heal a heart, sooth a soul and strengthen a friendship,
                                  For the former shows the richness of your purse,
                   Whereas the latter depicts the abundance of your heart and personality.