Md. Asadullah

Silver Star - 3,805 Points (11th july)

My Real Tongue - Poem by Md. Asadullah

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.

Comments about My Real Tongue by Md. Asadullah

  • Gold Star - 70,859 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/16/2014 12:12:00 AM)

    right one and smile, good writing, I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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