I lost a tongue the other day,
with all it's primal flourish
and incendiary idiom.
It dropped of, like a rotting
banana peel.
Such disgrace, it was a wound
vomiting the pus of arrogant ideas.
but now there is silence
I can not get used to.
Growing a new tongue takes time
and fresh arrogance.
I will go look for it in the whore houses
where luscious buds harbour
the nectar that tiny tongues swallow.
7 comments:
Super Sagar! liked it.
Nikheel~Thanks
it's disturbingly good. Powerful one this is!
nice blog!!!
nice ... nice.. and i am thinking, sometimes as you are looking around for the lost tongue, is a wonderful opportunity to savour silence, given time the quiet can help rebuild a whole person, tongue in place...
Chandan~:)
good one sagar
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