Mother Tongue

Yes ma, mother tongue my ears are not deaf to your calling even when I am dead at night and far I have gone in the world beyond – world ceiling for not like others, stumbling waddling falling dying is your voice in their ears I have wanted to die my ears to this calling to die it like a day old life-less infant for even if it is animate it could neither see nor hear O what a powerful! Pricking my ears your wailing a spear Now I have prepared and I am set to embark on the fruitless errand of yours Listen, mother tongue like proud-less river to my words I have gone and I have seen her prettiness I have moved close to her and smelt her scent O sugary! This strange tongue is fascinating her luring tone is so sonorous instant she sings your children sleep and snore as frog O mother tongue! Opened are my eyes and covered are my ears tightened, tightened like thin can but only your wail rooms my ears O mother tongue! You are a mother whose belly is the ocean that streams in the flesh You are a pool of blood which within flesh you room Can someone dry water and blood in the flesh so that you can be no more? You are a mother whose no child can tell of her beginning You are umbilical cord You are immortal, yet you are dying O mother tongue! I have prepared and I am set to embark on the fruitless errand of yours Listen, mother tongue like proud-less river to my words The children which because of them your eyes stream will neither listen nor ear you appalling O mother tongue! I am set and it is time to embark on this errand of yours Perhaps if their sense would sense and their eyes would see the beauty in you and your tone that as sweet as honey that can never bereft it taste O mother tongue! If you die in their house who will, indeed, cry if not them in amidst of mockery eyes or can a strange tongue be their tongue? A wake up write for whoever cherish other culture above his or hers.