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Do You Understand My English?
I heard that English is like Art
You don't need the standards
Personal expression is the Art
Everybody speaks their own English
But widely got the gist of its speech
I am english poorly-armed
Shamely feeling,
Poetically disarmed
I am so scared
I look mistakenly wired
Not an English Native-speaker
As if i wear my hat askew
So close your eyes gently
On my stumbling feet as i walk
On my awkward pen as i scrawl
Riding with awobble tyre of my bike
Grazing a herd onto a parshed land
Trying to get milk from a male goat
Or may be pushing the water upstream
We learn by osmosis interaction,
So give me more time and space
Until i get the poetic assimilation
As i strive to be up
To the rhythmical,
Rhyming common level
But, truth is to be spoken,
For the way my Eglish is learned
For the little vocabaulary owned
I can versify my written diction
And with god's help and some gift
i can even get the heaven's touch
And express my feeling in words less
That all i own in my humble stock
Doesn't exceed a hundred words at all
Playing with words is like chess game
One move can make king and queen fall
No towers needed, not any outpost
Some clever tactic is the main tact
With much spontaneity when moving forward
But, as a worldwidely spoken
English for me is the world's
Most refined language.
You don't need the standards
Personal expression is the Art
Everybody speaks their own English
But widely got the gist of its speech
I am english poorly-armed
Shamely feeling,
Poetically disarmed
I am so scared
I look mistakenly wired
Not an English Native-speaker
As if i wear my hat askew
So close your eyes gently
On my stumbling feet as i walk
On my awkward pen as i scrawl
Riding with awobble tyre of my bike
Grazing a herd onto a parshed land
Trying to get milk from a male goat
Or may be pushing the water upstream
We learn by osmosis interaction,
So give me more time and space
Until i get the poetic assimilation
As i strive to be up
To the rhythmical,
Rhyming common level
But, truth is to be spoken,
For the way my Eglish is learned
For the little vocabaulary owned
I can versify my written diction
And with god's help and some gift
i can even get the heaven's touch
And express my feeling in words less
That all i own in my humble stock
Doesn't exceed a hundred words at all
Playing with words is like chess game
One move can make king and queen fall
No towers needed, not any outpost
Some clever tactic is the main tact
With much spontaneity when moving forward
But, as a worldwidely spoken
English for me is the world's
Most refined language.
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