I Salute Mother Tongue Of Everyone, Read Me And Know Me Dear Poet Friend Robert Murray Smith Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Ask not good or not good,
English is a mixture
And it does not belong to
Any land or any part
Of this earth.

English is like a woman
Not belong to any man
And is free to go or
To stay with anyone
At any time anywhere.

English is like a servant
With no master and yields
To anyone's wish or whim
And produce such things
That has no specific identity.

Dear poets, excuse me,
I am here to express the truth
That I feel here and there
With all common sense and love
But I disregard none.


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This poem is written to answer a question of my poet friend Robert Murray Smith
of Australia. The question - Is this good English?
Dear friend, let me clear, I salute each mother language of this world. In each mother language I see an identity, a culture and love and truth and everything therein. I salute each mother and each one's mother land.