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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