Punctuations – POEM #8 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019

Words,
different kinds of them
with a little help they can form a line
and then another
and another….
sentences they are called
one after the other
uneven
some short and some long
yet all resembling the same mood.
happy, sad, afraid….. pained…
like human beings standing in a line
to prove their existence
to prove they too matter…
who cares…?
Like every word thinks the sentence will end with them
every human thinks the line will end with them
or a new one will start with them..
no one wants the middle part..
and everyone holds a punctuation..
-Vinod-