A POEM ABOUT OUR MOTHER TONGUE "BANGLI", 21 February

 Twenty-one in my eyes since 1952

(A POEM ABOUT OUR MOTHER TONGUE "BANGLI)

 Twenty-one is the river of my eyes

 Twenty-one is my word.

 Twenty-one is my upstream

 The silence of the night.

 Twenty-one is my blue joshna

 In the open sky.

 Twenty-one is my smile

 In a pond filled with water.

 Twenty-one in my radiant voice

Mother tongue protest.

 Twenty-one is my morning ferry

Brother lost ink.

 Twenty-one in my bloodstream

Promise to move forward.

 Twenty-one is my tears of laughter

Hot arrogance.

 Twenty-one is my mother's language.

Twenty-one is my mother tongue