Headgear with you! Why do you carry it, all the while? Is there some war going, or got intuition of some assault, or is it just imagination that…? Relax! Friend, keep it aside I am with you and nothing else, will hurt. Do you still believe, “stick & stone may break my bone but words can’t hurt?” what makes you carry this load all the while? You seem concerned, I must confess, It’s no war that you heard of is happening. It’s the man, Sipping tea on ice Following with your step Plotting the story Looking deep into your eyes, Poses the threat! “Its not stick or stone, my friend, that break your bone, its word that will!” keep aside, the headgear, it protects none and nor it will. I remember once, Called you friend, So, sending you this piece of advice; Get the armour Shield your senses Remain unconcerned, defocused. It’s not the word That may break your bone, It’s the meaning fallen Inside and outside of spoken and...

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