Friday, 7 September 2012

Muscle power

I tell you how your food tastes,
I help you form words,
but for me
you would be unintelligible.

When you stick me out,
or hold me to your cheeks,
the other man knows that
you are not serious.

I clean up after you gorge
I like to move between crevices and holes
that your fingers cannot reach.
I am not a flower but my buds are sensitive - sometimes too sensitive.

I lash out on the people
whom you don't like
I help you utter
all those sweet nothings
that your head dreams up.

Mostly during the day
I am alone;
But, at night you bring
me a companion with whom I get to play!



2 comments:

amma said...

hi, poet!

RAVINDRA said...

Ha ha ha ....
This tongue 😛
If I had written this in my anatomy exam I would never have passed.