It's me your tongue

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

It's me your tongue

I am, who I am, and it's me your tongue, The only portion, boneless and flexible. I possess no boundaries or limitations And I keep sledding until you cease, to sin And share the compeer share you hold.

Let me spell a few to forefend muteness To not to be a worthless witness by and by, Of you and the God who dwell in Eden. But, if you let me overuse it all through, I shall be a fool for a multitude in words Rather, few it should be without blabber To vindicate or confess the verity within.

Use me, but never to testify as a liar And salvage me from bearing false attest Of your neighbor and heaven together. Use me, but never to gossip or backbite Of others, to discord who aren't in front.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Use me, but never to take tales in motley Of others, so hurtful with added spices. The same as a wound deep inside you, It divides minds living together in passion. More on more, let me not curse anyone, With the dreadful poison for ungodly deceit, And not be the victim of curse from above.

Permit me to not be an object to pierce, Like a blade deep into people's heart. Rather, let me be the sword that heals Filled with immortal grace of gentleness So that, you and me be in heaven's tone.

Flatter not to expose your proudness Of knowledge through me to divulge, So ungodly, to stand high with authority.

Rather, be carried away in spirit, Of love you should be proud of, in speech, To be a similar kind all around in purity Ready for judgment day to fare.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I am, due to your kernel, so abundant. Permit me to not be the fire that burns And be a virulent poison that destroys.

Better use me in the way you should, And be on the course you would, Never to misuse me for safe bonding.