warmth of my mother tongue....post no. 6

Forefinger on the white, shining sand

Wrote lines of rounded alphabets.

Then the little tongue rolled out,

the pearls of polished sounds

Forefinger on the white, shining sand

Little feet walked on the learning road,

Through the maze of rounded writings, on shiny sand

Internalized the skill of speaking the right word,

Using the right alphabet and using the right hand

The skill of reading,

The joy of writing,

The ladder of learning,

Rattling off sentences,

With beautiful accuracy.....

Forefinger on the white, shining sand

Etched in my mind, the round , shapely alphabets,

With warmth of knowledge,

Of my mother tongue, forever….

Forefinger on the white, shining sand….