There was a time
When I knew not
That tongue is black
Darker than the thoughts

The tongue would then
Wag at will
Thrash out in all directions
Had her fill

Leaving debris
Of dead words
Poisoning even
The sweetest little bird

The eyes normalised death
For a while
Every being has to die
The tongue said with a smile

The dead screamed of balance
The tongue refused to pay heed
Thrashing at will
Till it began to bleed

Stop the blood
It screamed
As I tied it up
The world beamed

The dead rise
From the dead
Happy now
That they can batter my head

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

6 thoughts on “Tongue-tied

  1. Amita Paul

    What a gory poem, Gauri !

    But you have a talent for narrating the macabre as matter of fact

    Battered head indeed !

    Better the black tongue had remained untied


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