EMPTY WORDS~by Indira Sadanandan

 

 

EMPTY WORDS

I collected a basket full of
Empty words of praise,
Spread it on the threshold
Of my hopes.
The colorful words were
So lovely
That it praised me top to bottom
I became one of the seven wonders
Of the world.
I lied on them
I made it as my quilt in winter,
My air conditioner in summer.
I wrote wonderful poems
Of these beautiful words
And I became
What not I must be.