Search For My Tongue

This is a poem about identity and the role language plays in shaping who we are.

Search for My Tongue

You ask me what I mean
by saying I have lost my tongue.
I ask you, what would you do
if you had two tongues in your mouth,
and lost the first one, the mother tongue,
and could not really know the other,
the foreign tongue.
You could not use them both together
even if you thought that way.
And if you lived in a place you had to
speak a foreign tongue,
your mother tongue would rot,
rot and die in your mouth
until you had to spit it out.
I thought I spit it out
but overnight while I dream,

(munay hutoo kay aakhee jeebh aakhee bhasha)


(may thoonky nakhi chay)


(parantoo rattray svupnama mari bhasha pachi aavay chay)


(foolnee jaim mari bhasha nmari jeebh)


(modhama kheelay chay)


(fullnee jaim mari bhasha mari jeebh)


it grows back, a stump of a shoot
grows longer, grows moist, grows strong veins,
it ties the other tongue in knots,
the bud opens, the bud opens in my mouth,
it pushes the other tongue aside.
Everytime I think I’ve forgotten,
I think I’ve lost the mother tongue,
it blossoms out of my mouth.

Sujata Bhatt



One thought on “Search For My Tongue

  1. Reblogged this on Chai Tea Latte and commented:
    Beautiful post. Bravo for putting that experience into such stunning poetry.

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