English Poem by FABIYAS M V

We explore -
earn and exist -
with a language
of old exploitation.

Like a mulatto,
Indian English
is a hybrid.
It's as our culture -
there's a unity
in diversity.
We winnow ideas out
of dialectal chaff.

Language
mustn't be imposed.
Linguistic
extremism is a myopia.

Wherever you grow,
your mom and hue
remain the same,
but your tongue can be
changed from the cradle.

English thrives above
creeds and colors,
connecting continents,
never demanding a passport.


First published in The Literary Hatchet