Your Inner Strength,
Can't easily be seen by the metric,
An inherent asset to great lengths,
To learn and improve not to become dyslexic..
As lexics, is an art, I gained from my
extempores of school days,
It's the art of tender days,
The more you grow,
The more you excel,
Dyslexic words, are like worst suspicion
confirmed by the morning papers,
New words are like rosier perspective that
begins building quietly,
It's indisputable sense of possibility,
A wonder of semantic efficiency, comrade
could be used as a greeting, or a word of parting, as a congratulations, or a caution, as a call to action or remonstrance, or it could simply be the means of securing someone's attention in the crowd,
And thanks to the word's versatility, the
final dispense with tired formalities,
antiquated titles, bothersome idioms,,
It can be one shout a single word to hail
any of one's countrymen, a way to address
in same words, it's the urgency to call in simple words, the same to male or female,
young or old, friend or foe?
Dyslexic confusions,, are written in an indifferently groomed, relatively reclusive,
occasionally argumentative script,
New words are the new learnings of language,, especially English Literature is worth in new words of somersault writings, reading, talking, extempores, interviews, all in confidence,
It's a real confidence booster.
#WritcoPoemPrompt 65


© Mishra Poonam