A comma, like a tiny hand,
presses pause on the world.
The period ends with authority,
a full stop to wandering thoughts.
Verbs leap and stretch forward,
carrying meaning on swift legs.
Nouns sit calmly in the center,
giving names to the unspoken.
A question mark curving upward,
invites curiosity to lean closer.
Even the dash—so uncertain,
finds beauty in its interruption.
Grammar, this architecture of speech,
builds bridges across blank silence,
showing us how order becomes art,
how form opens doors to beauty.