Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

English

We explore –
earn and exist –
with a language 
of old exploitation. 

Like a mulatto,
Indian English 
is a hybrid. 
It’s as our culture –
there’s a unity
in diversity. 
We winnow ideas out
of dialectal chaff.

Language
mustn’t be imposed. 
Linguistic
extremism is a myopia. 

Wherever you grow,
your mom and hue 
remain the same,
but your tongue can be 
changed from the cradle.

English thrives above
creeds and colors,
connecting continents,
never demanding a passport.


First appeared in The Literary Hatchet

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Connie Marcum Wong January 11, 2019 at 3:51 PM There is astounding beauty in this wonderful piece Fabiyas! Your veracity thrives and colors intertwine with brilliance! I loved your ending that ties this poem up with a huge red ribbon of passion and intellect that shines so brightly as to cause me to fave this piece! Blessings for a splendid new year! : ) Fabiyas M V January 12, 2019 at 10:52 AM Thank you, Connie, for your good words! Wish you peace and pleasure!