Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Grandma Advises. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Mother sung the cradle songs
There I knew the mother tongue
She gave the breast feed
To grow as a strong child in life
There my father observed the talents
Sometimes he punished in ruthlessness
With a small cane he threatened
In later years, I found the love on me
Otherwise I might have in wrong path
Mother asked me to recite songs
The beautiful songs she taught
But I miserably failed in her attempts
Even to sing a small song so mildly
I asked grandma to tell the stories
The king and peasant, horse and horse keeper
The thief and police, the stories different
After all a child life is happiness
And the mother tongue he likes as such
Where the world he sees through it
The little pretty words in village
That makes him a human in future life
We can't desist the temptation of language
The great thoughts on mother tongue
The perfect language where life starts
The good foundation of learning there
Make the structure using other languages
But foundation it is through the basics.
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