The Preference. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am a grown up young boy
That people say well educated and cultured
I proud myself on my education
The title that given on my graduation
Which helped me so much to get a decent job
Where money and position that reckoned everywhere
When I am feeling proud and confident
A little sorrow comes when I am alone
The good one you forgot me for ever
Your own legacy of language, the mother tongue
Through which your parents loved you better
But failed to impress you the importance
And forgot themselves to give you a work out
To make you aware of importance of mother
And beloved mother tongue that is great
We can select and be proficient in any language
That our own convenience and interest matters
But there is no way to substitute the mother tongue
Which is so great and a pride itself to learn.