Apr 25, 2024

Theme: Agony

Ice Age
by N. S. Murty
I was relishing my youth

like icecream,

dangling it on my tongue

lest it should melt too soon.

Tut!

At some ecstatic moment

When I was in cloud nine

It slid down the gullet.

When I came to my senses

All that I am left with is
 
A cold, clean, sterile tongue

with a lingering tang hanging on to it.

23-Oct-2019

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