It Has A Sharp Razor Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

It Has A Sharp Razor



An enemy I have,
Who is straightforward.
I live worrying from
The braveness of my tongue.

It has a sharp razor
Causes me troubles.
My knees shiver,
From its radical steps.

I fear lest this sharp sword
Might go off from its holster.
The stones it picked as truth
Wouldn’t break its head ever?

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