To Be Happy Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Likes to read, write, and sing
In my own mother language
Which gives immense pleasure
Where I feel no boredom at all
The great letters of language learnt
The familiar cradle songs mother sung
The strict disciplined life it taught
My mother language so great to me
As every one's mother language is important
Hundreds of languages and crores of people
The vast territory of world it flourished
Indigenous mother languages, modern ones
Every language that brings happiness
A new study a new language and empower
The beautiful life that to be felt