Search Of My Tongue

[Khalasthan86]

Vaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa Vaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh

A poem, I think we should relate to.

Puanjabi

You ask me what I mean

by saying I have lost my tongue.

I ask you, what would you do

if you had two tongues in your mouth,

and lost the first one, the mother tongue,

and could not really know the other,

the foreign tongue.

You could not use them both together

even if you thought that way.

And if you lived in a place you had to

speak a foreign tongue,

your mother tongue would rot,

rot and die in your mouth

until you had to spit it out.

I thought I spit it out

but overnight while I dream,

it grows back, a stump of a shoot

grows longer, grows moist, grows strong veins,

it ties the other tongue in knots,

the bud opens, the bud opens in my mouth,

it pushes the other tongue aside.

Everytime I think I’ve forgotten,

I think I’ve lost the mother tongue,

it blossoms out of my mouth.

Sujata Bhatt

Vaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa Vaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh