The Story Of English Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

English is my name, I am history's creation,
Born from many tongues, shaped by each nation.
From Saxon and Norse, from Latin and Gaul,
Echoing empires that rise and fall.

I found my voice in Chaucer's rhyme,
In Canterbury Tales, first steps in time.
I took the stage with Shakespeare's art,
Where kings and fools both played their part.

I dreamed with Milton, in Paradise Lost,
Of heaven and hell, of fate's great cost.
With Wordsworth, I wandered through nature's grace,
Where daffodils danced in a golden embrace.

I felt Blake's fire, his visions so bright,
In innocence lost and wisdom's light.
With Keats, I sang of urns untold,
Where beauty and truth forever hold.

With Jane Austen, love found its way,
Through wit and wisdom in social play.
Thomas Hardy wove fate's cruel thread,
Where love and sorrow too often wed.

With Charles Lamb, essays took flight,
In simple words, such deep insight.
And Richard Steele, with humor refined,
Gave manners and wit a voice so kind.

I laughed with Shaw, in satire bold,
Where truth in humor was smartly told.
Through Dickens' streets, I roamed at night,
Where hope still flickered in dim gaslight.

In science, in stories, in plays I reside,
From whispers in alleys to speeches with pride.
I borrow, I bend, I change, I grow,
A river of words in endless flow.

English is my name, ever alive,
A language of millions, where ideas thrive.