The Voice

I am one among my other siblings.

When we become flexible, we are strength and grip.

When we get straighten, we become sound and respect.

When we make signs, as directed by you,

People make words, science rules, and emotions out of it.

We are the sign language for few,

We are the direction at times.

Name the field we are there our flexibility rules the world.

I wanted to convey a few thoughts as an individual.

Dress me with a dot I want to prove my responsibility

By handing, over my country, to good hands.

Point me towards yourself, rather than pointing me to others.

I love you a lot, by being part of you while you direct me to convey yourself.

I will also feel happy while directing you.

As correcting oneself is divine.

Make me proud, as I have made you proud.