The Language Poem by Aftab Alam

My uncle criticized me
‘You write pretty well
In Hindi or Urdu, and
Better can be explained
In the language on breath
It is in our atmosphere
And felt, it is every where
The fragrance and the hue’

'I know pretty well
language within me swells
Like a pregnant'

People filled with pride
When they speak, like a blithe
They praise and welcome
Where ever I go.

Those imitate like English and
Speaking Hinglish or Urdlish
I hate …..

Still we are slave
Saliva of slavery drools
Master has gifted while we enslaved
To interact with the slave


I don’t want to speak like a slave
But like a master, as they speak English
I wanted to speak
I don't spoil the language
Language must be spoken like a language
'Language is whose property? '