a palindrome language
in which poetry is woven into prose
like jasmine into garlands. a playful
language, with puns and proverbs
peeking out from between the lines.
once i learned to ignore the smirks and the sneers
i realized there was a secret hidden under my tongue
i loved malayalam
loved how each phrase floated in my mouth
like a coconut in water.
loved how each sentence was heavy
with the rustle of silk saris and sandalwood paste
and silvery glass tumblers of buttermilk.
loved how sentences slid down my throat
smooth as honey.
i may not have said
the words right, but that didn’t stop my
tongue from caressing each syllable it
spoke. the letters clinked against my teeth,
bangles of gold now. each one was a lullaby.
a hymn. a mother calling her child home.
and maybe it was never about my tongue, but the insults that slipped from the tongues of others.
maybe it was never about my tongue, but my mind.
i guess this is part two of my previous poem, slips of the tongue(s). i used to dislike malayalam for nine of the ten years i had to study it and then fell in love lol. tried inserting imagery specific to kerala/malayali culture.