Battle of the Mouth

The tongue , a curtain less theater

For words less spontaneous

Coupled with my erroneous voice.

Teeth couched in seats at the balconies

Laughed at utterances lacking

Practices behind the screen.

The tip could woe the hard palate

As if they were engaged in hugging games often.

Hence handicapped letters

Got murdered as mimes.

While shaping the words as a carpenter did

With his polished tools,

Breath trapped in lungs screamed violently

" let us dance like a heavy rain as usual".