TONGUE THE SANE OR THE SINISTER?
                                                ~ a tongue in cheek message

He who knows little, knows enough, the proverb preaches
If he knows how to hold his tongue, that is at times godly
A wisdom not seen in any page, helps someone in duress         
Even the doctors fail to deliver words to ailing men aptly

Of all organs of our body, certain parts go unnoticed after all
We use our limbs many a times and get easily tired and rest.
No one notices an organ in use that never complaints at all.
It’s the majestic tongue we never pay due respect in earnest.

For the neonate’s slur, with joy all around, we‘ll be yearning,
Oft remember these words of the baby with glee and replete,
Some will graze the tongue with gold for a bliss of learning,
Silence is golden but speech is silver, here goes the caveat.

Meaning thereby that this organ is to be used with discretion,
Many a time we forget this, only after duly getting the wrath,
The organ we forget, often while in use, will be silent hence,
This organ that brings accolades, also leads to the warpath.

Mother tongue, oft asked, indeed is a language of inheritance,
So too motherhood symbol of noble hardship and sacrifice,
Tongue, the revered organ too is an organ of thy eloquence
Message, an organ sharper than sword, for careless utterance.