Talk
Thou are so cheap
Even beggars are
Worth thee trillion rand.
Thou does not mend
The broken walls or
Cook the porridge.
Thou whispers in the balcony
Laze in the field
And roam the yards.
Thou hath no sense
Only moments when
Thou depends on brain.
Thou talk is bigmouthed
Who nags everyone
Even thy own master.
So loose thou becomes
With no boundary and guide
And often run amiss.
Talk is often helpless
It would host a conference
Just for its sake.
It even has no use
For time and action
But keep procrastinating.
Talk is a debtor
Still to make good
All it said before.
Just to talk and talk
From birth and then
Silence and judgement.
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