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Stuck To Me - Forever

A delicious apple lay before me
And as my eyes shone, my hands picked it up
With greed
My mouth took a bite, triggering a rush of 
Taste 
And the wonderful apple I devoured with haste.
As I washed it down with thirst quenching water,
I felt something hugging the back of my inner tooth,
It seemed to tighten its grasp as time fell slacker,
And I fumbled all along to get it out soon.
My tongue turned in all ways
As it tried to push the irritant out
But at the end, my tongue turned in for the day
As I bit it hard - releasing a raspy shout.
I used my blunt fingers
Nail-free, to pluck it out,
But it became weaker
As I dug my tooth more - no luck, a pout.
I rummaged my house for one - just one toothpick,
Or any sharp object that won't mind 
Going in and out of my mouth to fetch the bit out quick
But only that object I couldn't find.
I stood in front of the mirror,
Looking again and again 
At that stuck apple crumb that seemed to have gotten
Bigger 
I kept fiddling with it, with my fingers, with my tongue 
With my other neighbouring teeth,
No luck, I gave up and termed it 
A cause far-flung.
I spent the rest of the day, lying hopelessly in my bed
Sick of the irritant stuck inside my mouth
And once, after a long time, my fiddling prevailed -
My sore tongue helped me get that piece out.
And the free bit, I tried to swallow -
In the process, allowing it to get stuck
To another tooth fellow.

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  1. T.SrinivasanMarch 28, 2025 at 6:41 PM

    Most of us have this experience. As usual you have narrated so interestingly even the irritating struck piece of apple and I enjoyed reading it with a smile.super Shriyandhaa
    From
    Pushpa patti

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