Tempered Poetry
Rumana Siddique
My life in words or words from my life
Either way , unfinished
Like an aphrodisiac, that one
Ventures to taste
But is too scared to drink
Beyond a sip
For fear of revealing too much
Not to others, but to oneself
Beneath the veneer of
Polished words
What if the real me
Once free
Refuses restraint?
Laughs in the face of
Compromising clichés?
Insists on delving out diction
From cracks in the heart?
Scooping out metaphor
From hidden convolutions
Of the mind?
What if the real me
Connives to fulfill
A cliché of its own choice?
To drink life to the dregs
Threatening, inebriating words
Poems that must be tempered
Like the Devil's wine
Watered down.Rumana Siddique teaches English at Dhaka University.
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