Language Poem by SABREEN AHMED

Languages are so close to heart
The soft lilt in sweet tongues
To the coarseness of anger.
Or the nasal trade cries
Have their symphony
The tenderness of a lullaby
to the hoarseness of making love
Each in its uniqueness a note define.
The refined candour
of official polish do hardly
erase the dust of of a rusty
nostalgia for the origin.
Yet people fight for linguistic right
and others sigh
at their superior delight.
@Sabreen.13.7.2021