Wisdom in native tongue gained, Knowledge in foreign tongue waned, An impediment is foreign language, A pride in learning is foreign tongue, But vernaculars bring the brilliance, In midst of teeming millions.
Is there a web woven around a reality? Is there a reality woven around a myth? The classic thought of native tongue booms, The weird thought of foreign tongue looms.
Language is a mode of expression, Which will not see regression, Thoughts, words and deeds will dare, To express brilliance without a snare, Power seeks language segregation, The order of time is amalgamation.
