Blended Language
Blended Language
Fusion of my English — an experimental poem
Mar 28Chiming to the rhythm of blended tongues,
My voice sings a melody of diverse roots,
Born from countries colliding and colluding,
A fusion of languages, a chorus of fruits.
Lankan, Indian, Dubaian, Aussie,
Each English version, a lover in my linguistic bed,
Their passion blended, my voice and writing cozy,
A hotchpotch of words, a symphony ahead.
Mother, oh how I wish you knew English well,
Father, your pronunciation was distinct,
I wish you could hear your grandkids and great-grandkids,
A change in language, a shift that does not shrink.
Chiming to the rhythm of blended tongues,
My voice echoes a tale of diversity,
A legacy of cultures and languages young,
A song of heritage, linguistic prosperity.
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Chiming to the rhythm of blended tongues,
My voice sings a melody of diverse roots,
Born from countries colliding and colluding,
A fusion of languages, a chorus of fruits.
Lankan, Indian, Dubaian, Aussie,
Each English version, a lover in my linguistic bed,
Their passion blended, my voice and writing cozy,
A hotchpotch of words, a symphony ahead.
Mother, oh how I wish you knew English well,
Father, your pronunciation was distinct,
I wish you could hear your grandkids and great-grandkids,
A change in language, a shift that does not shrink.
Chiming to the rhythm of blended tongues,
My voice echoes a tale of diversity,
A legacy of cultures and languages young,
A song of heritage, linguistic prosperity.
Subscribe to my stories https://djayasi.medium.com/subscribe.
The images belong to the original owners.
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