Tacky Tongue
Hey, the filthy way of the dejected
Those who walk through you are rejected
You take them to the world of disrespected
You make them meet the unexpected.
Hey, the senseless brutal words
The tacky tongue has made you the caged birds
Now, you are nothing but stupid flirts
Your walk has made you into the world of absurd.
Daily, you look up for new path free from pain
Like chataka looking up at the sky for rain
Your quest for new path keeps you agonised
Like a fish without water, meeting with demise.
You are a deer surrounded by tigers in flock
The fear of being eaten has turned you into a rock.
Copyright © Mamta Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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