The Battle Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

When things were left unsaid
they became like unpaid debts
compounding the worries
day by day, minute by minute.

The interest that accrued
second by second
frightened the senses
with unbridled ferocity.

The mouth was yelling,
but in mute, as if
it was in an infinite vacuum
and no sound came out.

It forgot its true nature
that of being just
a medium of a
mind that is bungling.

When in a fine moment
that came after a
wait of ages, the vacuum
itself became a medium.

The intended listener heard
the idiocy of the
parroting mouth that
reigned unchallenged.

The mouth had maimed
the hapless mind
into a coma that was
every bit induced.

Still the mind was aware
what will be
if the delinquent mouth
had its way.

But it was too late
for the overwhelmed mind
to assert itself
over the mundane mouth.

But still even in comatose
it somehow rose to its defence
and the reluctant mouth was
forced to mumble the true words.

Before the inevitable and
irreversible slumber of coma
the mind made the mouth to utter
the apology, the apology.