Startle

So long as the tongue
Was in place
No holocaust was evident
Tourism was a synonym
of progress
and not of unsung show

Who knows the ultimate
Comprehends the startle --
Once the fingers of the palm
Spreads like the tongue
Dawn comes
Along your forefinger
H a t r e d.

poem by Choudhuri Sukumar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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