Poetry by Aadhya Banerjee (Poem 5) - 'The Listener'

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The Listener

By Aadhya Banerjee 

Listen with heart, and soul so bright,
Glisten with empathy, day and night.
Dress your ears with love's gentle touch,
And let the words pour in, without a clutch.

Don't speak, just absorb and understand,
Be strong, yet gentle, like a helping hand.
The light of listening brings new birth,
Hope and joy that touch the heart's earth.

When words are spoken, and blessings rare,
Listening with love shows we truly care.
In the light of compassion, our spirits soar,
A beautiful world, where love forever more.

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