Blended Language

Fusion of my English — an experimental poem

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.

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