My language my soul
Gajanan Mishra
My language my soul,
You may call me
In any name
A goat or an owl.
Force me not
To speak
To write
In other language.
Birth right is with me,
To express myself
In my own language.
I am faithful to earth,
I am the pious product
Of this earth.
To fulfill all dreams
I take the help of
My language.
I am mortal,
But my language eternal.
My inner strength is there
In my language.
It is all cold
So also hot,
Let me chat
With honour a lot.
Tapobana, Titilagarh, Balangir
31.05.2022
gajananmishra60@gmail.com
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