Mother Tongue - A Poem

 Mother Tongue

Oh! what a joy, I do find 

When I here my mother tongue,

 It enters my ear,

 Like a pleasing sensation!

And helps me forget

 All my pain, frustration, depression, expectation;

 Really, my mother tongue is a champion, a true champion!

I have heard so many languages

 And none have satisfied me the most,

 But when I hear my mother tongue

 I always get lost!

 And find me in a colourful valley,

Happiness duels where all time,

 That is why I consider my mother tongue 

The most supreme, the most supreme!

But I do not bear ill to any language

 Never meat any harm,

 I only want to go on a voyage,

With my mother tongue!

 Every language is charisma 

But not to everyone,

 I just want to remain, with my mother tongue!

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