Magic of Words
Magic of Words The merchant asked the idler. ... 'Do you have nothing to do?' 'Can't you see I'm busy Sir?' He replied without much ado. 'But you are not even moving!' 'Why are you busy anyway ? ' 'Actually I am busy weaving' 'Thoughts that come my way' He recited a beautiful piece of poetry. Tears welled in the merchants eyes Created from nothing as if by sorcery, Power of words being his only prize. The merchants offer to buy the song Was silenced by the price of his wares! ' To them Sir, my poem would belong: who can make my thoughts - theirs'. @Mandar Jayant Kokatay