Language

A Poem by prema

Language

One is born with no language known

Mother teaches one , her native dialect

Motherless picks up language of one's own

To convey the world one lives in.

The language one speaks tells

One's true Nature
Whether mother tongue or picked up one

To convey the world one lives in.

The filthy language taught by the wicked

When one emulate them

May give thrill to the same wicked ones

Not all --may relish in their language.

I for one know ONLY ONE LANGUAGE

The language of LOVE

Sadly it has no alphabet

I can only speak but can't write on it.

© 2014 prema

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prema

thiruvanathapuram, India

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