When Your Tongue Turned Wild

Like a whip-sword with a blade, it looked humble and curled. I thought it's the softest pink sapphire in the world. In your brawl with me, for causeless cause, when you swore Endless embers of volcanoes gushed from your core. Your pessimism, like toxin-puffed balloons, soared high A pain from within me throbbed into a sigh Scorn, like fire from fighting swords, from you blazed forth Is there, deep within you, an inferno of wrath? Did I, in the past, shun showing you my favour? I, now, feel ashamed to have you as my neighbour. I thought you're precious and preserved you as a pearl. What tempest, I don't know, turned you a pool of whirl. Though storms taunt time and again, do Banyan trees weep? With your thorny, rude words, I feel awake from sleep. No one can make rules for me to live with a snake. What use is a neighbour who gives nothing but ache?