Theme: Agony

Ice Age

I was relishing my youth

like icecream,

dangling it on my tongue

lest it should melt too soon.


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.


More By  :  N. S. Murty

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