My words I remember at times become air,

Flowing in the sky they glare,

Asking me they say "Use me dear",

"In ways that makes me appear",

I stand there all confused,

my brain selecting but can't choose,

They told "Choose them wisely",

"Gather them together and you'll learn how to impress even the weather",

And I asked them how to compile,

Standing in doubt mean while,

They said "It's an art my ward"

I asked how to impress that they adore,

They spoke from the sky,

looking down in my eyes,

I looked at them with a smile,

Closer they arrived,

And said "Oh my child",

"I'll teach you how to communicate",

"I'll enumerate",

"Slide yourself in the shoes of others",

He said with a grin,

"That's when the magic begin ",

"It's called empathy my child",

" You look surprised"

He continued saying " Always take your time "

" Before the words run out of your lips ",

"And get compiled learn to..

Take your time ",

"Thirdly you need to be clear to avoid fusion",

" To stay away from confusion ",

" Be brief don't get it prolonged ",

" In this busy world who wants to be clogged "

Before he could continue I heard the knock,

Opening of the doors lock,

Hearing that all the words disappeared,

The sky all cleared ,

I ran away from the window ,

Since they left now No more info,

My mother entered with a smile,

She asked " Did you slept well my child?"

- Kaushiki Singh