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