oh what a delight that names remain
the same as we walk through the aisle of languages.
french, or english, or urdu,
your name will still smell like home
and taste like safety and kindness making love.
when you ask me how i could be so happy
for names being the same in any language,
i stammer and tell you it's because
people from all places could feel
the texture and the colours of your name,
melting like thick honey on the tip of their tongue
and write beautiful literature in their mother tongue.
maybe that is true, but what i didn't tell
is a selfish, little reason i am ashamed of.
if someday you test me and rip off
all languages from my tongue
and tie a foreign one on my jaws, my teeth,
i will still be able to cough your name,
i will still be able to love you in all colours.
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Author's note:
You are so beautiful. Please remember that.
YOU ARE READING
Mixtape | Poetry
PoetryMy heart's a stereo, it beats for you. Listen to it closely. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Cover by yours truly.
