I Have A Thousand Tongues Poem by Susmit Panda

I have a thousand tongues to unfurl,
I have a thousand hearts to hurl;
I have profound prides to blare -
But, fate! I lack a vein to dare,
Words are yet in my concrete care;

Secretly I have flagged my victory,
I am ambitious to spell that history;
That I offended the masters all day,
That unmoved my heart carved way,
That I lived a king - I'm keen to say!

That I've leaped a million mutinies,
That I've been a legend with ease;
That I have spat on every spit,
That a zillion rebukes couldn't tilt a bit,
That I've laughed at every laughing wit -

The braggart lives hidden in heart,
From its chambers he yet can't part;
He had scripted oaths not lame,
But has found his valour swelling, teary, tame,
Scant-spake letters have hit him shame!

When the wind with a speeding mirth
Swirls through the dreamy earth,
My luxurious syllables overbrim,
Desperate doctrines roar in fervid hymn
Lighting the lust in my torching whim -

I see, their eyes knelt to surprise,
My strict gales shrinking their guise;
I watch them gaping, awed, amazed
At a voice so rich, nasty and unfazed,
At thoughts so abundantly traced;

When would I bare my proud flag?
When would I croak, "I didn't sag! ! "
When would my untrue exhibitions cease?
When could my timid heart please
The eruptuous braggart in its boundaries?

I have a thousand tongues to unfurl,
I have a thousand hearts to hurl;
I have profound prides to blare -
But, fate! I lack a vein to dare,
Words are yet in my concrete care;