Treasure Island

Tadasha Tripathy

(19/12/93 / Sonepur, ODISHA

The Mother Tongue


Thousands of culture is there
Thousands of languages are there
To learn and to accept the best
But all will help you in success
While mother culture will be
With you when you will fail

When every thing will be lost
Money, position, knowledge, family, society
The single treasure which will help
Which will be with you
To make you live again
To respect you and
To make you respected
Is your language and culture.

Unlimited resources are present
To make the communication
Successful without gap
But mother tongue
Can express the emotion
In the best way
Which other can't

Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/14/2014 6:55:00 PM)

    very fine my dear, please read my book'Kuserpana' in Kosli at your house, sonepur and say something about it. (Report) Reply

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