Uktamoy Khaldorova

Rookie (2 January. / Uzbekistan)

My Tongue - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

I have an enemy, who is,
straightforward, tense,
I live worrying from
My tongue's boldness.

Its razors are very sharp,
Causes me much troubles.
From its sharp razors,
Would shiver my knees,
I fear lest this sharp sword
Might go off from its holster.
The stones it picked as truth
Wouldn't break my head ever?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012

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