The almond fights with my teeth,
The molars who want to get rid of it,
But dear almond wants to stick over there,
Tangled in between the wells of teeth.
My teeth call for help,
The tongue sets in the fight,
Tries to wiggle out the almond,
But the almond is too stubborn,
The tongue is not going to retreat,
But for how long?
The most powerful must be called,
The one the almond fears the most.
Hence, my teeth invoke the hands to go,
And pick up a tooth pick,
Take it within the mouth and jerk,
And jerk that jerk out of the molars.
The almond cries but no one cares,
The tiny almond is swallowed;
And the tooth pick is thrown,
For who cares now?
The teeth are fine,
And the tongue is back to business.
Almond is history ,
And tooth pick- what about it?
Its hard to retrieve what you’ve lost,
The think you have wanted the most.
It was love, friendship for me,
It never came to me with a glee.
I had to suffer the never achieved loss,
Sleeping every night with nothing but remorse.
I’m difficult to handle and be cared,
I have never been a part of the love being shared.
Forever alone, I call myself which is not a lie,
I think that is the only possession with which I’ll die.