Here I am

I am a dumb onlooker
Or reader, should I say?
Sweet, serene words smiled at me
Sad, thoughtful words reflected pain
They laughed at me, for I was mute
Not a single word came for my rescue.

Pondering over the words
I realized they will not come to me
They are too proud
So I went after them
I smiled, begged, cajoled
And they came to me.
So here I am…