We wrote poems based on Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue.
What’s wrong with my tongue.
I’m a prisoner of my tongue,
That I can’t control.
Maybe if my tongue was gone
Then I might have a higher chance of parole.
Words come out of my mouth not knowing if it could hurt somebody.
Fell free to roll your tongue at me.
It’s not my fault, that’s my tongue's habit.
By David
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