Turning our heads to English,
Pushing the rest to plead;
Chats, Blogs, Mails so many,
Non-English is just a broken bead...
A parent feels proud of her baby greeting Hello,
A villager feels proud of his son addressing Dad;
A boy feels proud to answer a firangi fellow,
A girl feels asking "wassup" is a fad...
The text books & the apps,
The T-shirts & the caps;
The places & the maps,
Every corner perhaps...
We see, we show, we honor, we bow,
We speak, we feel, it's on the menu - every other meal;
We raise the bar & leave others low,
We hear, we deal, we approve, we kneel...
There's too much without English,
Left by us to die;
We are Quite Modern Now,
To forget the few who cry...
Please help it survive the last sigh.....please !
