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.