The Tongue

Abbas Panakkal

    Eagerly
    I told
    my stories.
    Sadly,
    silence was
    not thrilled.

    Gradually,
    it smiled,
    smiled
    and laughed.
    My voice
    quivered.
    Giggling
    came close.

    I was stunned
    and could seldom
    close my mouth.
    The silence
    brushed my cheek,
    touched my lips
    and came to rest
    on my mouth.

    Taking
    a deep breath,
    it twirled
    in my mouth.
    The silence
    in a mild motion
    curled tightly over
    my tongue and
    plucked it away.

    
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