She stood there quivering, Then about to speak the unspeakable, Unbinding her tongue she opened her mouth With a few words and a quaint sob escaping her mouth Stood there blinking Not knowing what to speak pain unfurling her heart She looked at his eyes directly but could not even sound her pain In anger he broke the silence and without any thought He pulled out his knife and there she stood with her eyes filled with tears Trying to speak what she couldn’t express With her tongue out she uttered o’er there… and stopped Lost in anger he cut off her tongue Without being able to utter she stood unspeakable For ever hidden Behind the wound she hid her pain The culprit walked free He did not know that behind her pain Was a greater wound than just this wounded tongue Her eyes pleading to the cruelty of human heart She held her heart and head high Lost in thoughts to tell him of her story She started writing her diary Often up from her bed late at night She dotted many a line Words filled day by day Lost in pain and writing She finally grew out of it Learned that her body is just a sheath Beneath its layers lies a deeper soul Untouched and full of promise Weeks passed by and months followed And she was fully ready To tell her story of pain Nobody was interested But she parceled her diary to him He had missed her a lot And he knew it was his loss Then this new turning Surprised he stood in silence He had her gift Unbinding he was so eager To reach for its content To his surprise it was her diary. Leafing through the pages A thousand words buzzed his head Not knowing what to do His hands started shivering And the last page turned open I was ***** and the man is o’er there It echoed: oe’r there, oe’r there Realizing his mistake he cried out his heart aloud He had wounded her double Knowing now why it was unspeakable How hard it was to speak He begged her forgiveness
With a smile on her lips and warmth in her heart ‘Unspeakable’ she stood watching him. -------------
"The above poem was triggered by a newspaper article that pained her so much, that she felt at once the need to write."