Your tongue
Is not made of stone,
I know.
Is not your tongue
Made of earth and
Love of mother?
I heard nectar is
There in each one's tongue.
I heard Truth is there
On the tongue of every one.
And I see
You are not using your tongue
In proper ways
For yourself.
You are within all,
And for you,
No one is getting nectar and
All are going to die.
I am not telling
You are the murderers.
I am not telling
You are the black sheep.
But I suggest and
Request to sit on the earth,
See nature
And fly in your own air.
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