Treasure Island

Md. Asadullah

(11th july)

My Real Tongue


They search my tongue,
individually, old and young.
See my mouth, one by one.
But sadly they find none.
Declare me dumb in turn.
And when all of them return.
I Pull my hand from pocket.
Slowly like bomb or rocket.
I look at right one and smile.

Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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