So many alternatives,
You can find dear,
To live here on this earth.
But no alternative is
There for mother
And for mother language.
You have to keep
Your mother and
You have to use
Your mother language
To prove who you are
And what you are.
Use not any bastard wards
And languages and
Put not yourself to lose
Of identity and so many.
Nothing is yours, dear,
But your own mother
And her sweet languages.
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