Gajanan Mishra

Gold Star - 462,082 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Save Dialects - Poem by Gajanan Mishra

How you said I am behind
With my dialects, my language,
And how you are forward
With the language of others.
Am I not in peace
In my own home,
On my own land?
Am I not free in
My language with all here?
I failed to understand
The true meaning of progress.
Is it there in not using
Own language? Is it there
In the killing of mother
And ancestors?
Is it there in the destruction
Of forest, rivers, mountains?
Is my mother tongue uncivilized?
Is my mother not a human being?
Has my mother not given me milk?
How you dare to direct me to
Use another language not belong
To this area?
I want no development, if it is,
Mind it, I prefer my mother,
My motherland and my mother language
And I am sure nectar is there
In all the three.

Topic(s) of this poem: language


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  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (6/4/2017 11:39:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 4, 2017

Poem Edited: Monday, June 5, 2017


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