Naveed Akram

The English Language

English reminds me of a language too bold,
Speaking this tongue is like a magical realm.
In this realm we spoke too audaciously and lovingly,
To be free and caring about the old, the very youngest old,
A fine and cosy people of strength in the body,
That soon overpowered the standards of everyday life.
English is a spoken language of England,
The old refrain from the seas of language and thought,
For the seas mix their sentences and paragraphs,
Too tired is the sea of too many friends of the water,
Water is fighting for words that carry meaning
With the life to save a slave who asks for the life of meaning.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009

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  • Catrina Heart (9/30/2009 6:21:00 AM)

    Too tired is the sea of too many friends of the water,
    Water is fighting for words that carry meaning
    With the life to save a slave who asks for the life of meaning.
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    profound thoughts and great metaphors about english language...hhhmmm guess many are still having a hard time with american english and Uk english perse.........Great poem indeed!

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