Language

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
prema

thiruvanathapuram, India



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