You use me and abuse me with much ease,
Sometimes to wound and sometimes to please,
You often shoot words of venom and fire,
Sometimes you’re honest, otherwise a liar,
You use me for flattery and blackmail too,
Forgetting that I may speak up against you,
You label and gossip, you slander and lie, plenty,
For which Allaah has granted me a great identity,
I am the tongue- a lump of pinkish red,
Whom you assume harmless once you’re dead,
But know oh forgetful, heedless insaan,
Allaah shall resurrect you and question your past eemaan,
Allaah shall also give me life again,
To narrate of all that I had witnessed, which may cause you some pain,
Not only speaking on behalf of this lisaan,
But for every limb; each hand, finger, leg and arm,
I am a witness of all that you say and do,
I am the tongue- control me and don’t let me dishonour you.
Words to help you:
Insaan: Human/man
Eemaan: Faith/belief
Lisaan: Tongue
Rukhsar Ahmed
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-the-tongue/
