My Real Tongue Poem by Md. Asadullah

My Real Tongue

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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 OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 16 February 2014

right one and smile, good writing, I like it.

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