I Gave Silence To A Mouth Jogger's Tongue
To the one who runs off points with puzzle,
Who never give head to a racing mind,
At the silence of a night but guzzle
Words... more than check could balance doubting kind.
To the one who feel sad after words' treats,
Who never make legs strong to walk boldly...
At the faces of buzzing yet calm streets,
Words can not champion through deceit coldly.
To the one who fear defeating words' chants,
Who never was built for one to man lot...
At the peace of reigning beast's loyal grants,
Words- foaming up sheep to kill raging plot.
I gave silence to a mouth jogger's tongue;
Old refilled blank words of swollen loud lung.
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