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By Kamlesh Tripathi
By Kamlesh Tripathi
In the
eternity of lifetime,
There was seldom
a downtime,
When the kind
heart stopped blessing,
And the
cunning tongue stopped maligning.
*
For heart was
naïve,
Heart was
kind,
And it was
caring and forgiving,
Just like the
Jesus of times,
But it had a straight
tongue,
To remind
about tough times and crimes.
*
Where the cunning
tongue was sweet but vicious,
And had imbibed
all the wickedness of times,
Just like the
serenade with unheard rhymes,
And had a cunning
mind,
That wanted to
outlast the Jesus of times.
*
And all along
in life,
When the cunning
tongue was in dungeons,
Kind heart
kept helping,
Kept aiding,
Kept
forgiving,
Which the maligning
tongue, kept loving,
In the happenings
of bad times.
*
But even with
all the rapturous showers in life.
Tongue had its
own designs,
Of the
wretched kind,
And so,
Tongue kept
cribbing,
Kept maligning,
The Jesus
of times.
*
But kind heart
kept overlooking,
Kept forgiving
and forgetting,
Cunning tongue’s
venomous onslaught,
That lasted an
eon of time.
*
And for the Jesus
of times,
It was only
heartfelt regrets,
That it had a
heart of gold,
Laced with a straight
tongue,
Not appreciated
by times.
*
Even when it
spoke for values,
For goodness,
And for virtues,
But now time
was running out.
*
And kind heart
had nowhere to go,
With the
carcass of his straight tongue,
When the
Jesus within said.
*
Fear not my
child,
For you’re
not as wild,
And your gracious
tongue will be understood,
Only by a few,
In these dark
and squalid ravines.
*
So come with
me son,
Leaving behind
that maligning tongue,
To its
audience.
*
And remember,
What you sow
you reap,
And so,
Wait for the
day,
When the cunning
tongue face-offs with a cunning heart.
*****
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