Between the dents of globalization,
Every local language faces extinction
My mother-tongue is
My real mother
Her name is wonderful
'MALAYALAM'
You read it from eitherside,
She is the same
People call it spoonerism
I love to call it wonder
'Tamil: ' Her mother is virgin
'Sanskrit: ' Her father, an ascetic
Just under half percent of
World population speak
My dialect...Malayalam
Every year, they say,
Almost three hundred languages die...
Being the youngest of all,
I wish she could withstand
The cultural invation
Popularly named Globalization!
02/06/08
premji premji
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