If I have to do something, I feel I should do it perfectly, and ofcourse, Hindi language is a problem.
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Ofcourse Mom You Can Do............
A mother has so many things to do
from washing, ironing, cleaning and tying a shoe
she scrubs she mends she cooks and sews
she can reapir anything and make it new
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she becomes a docter when any one is ill
applying a bandage or giving them a pill
she tends her family with love, care and patience too
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she keeps to smile after working so much
everything completes by her final touch
you face so many problems but u share only few
ofcourse, that is what a mom can do
no one knows me as you knew
no one can care me as you can do
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
but all we can do is just thank you...........
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Sana
Kapag ginagawa ay gusto
oras ay hindi pansin
hirap ay hindi alintana...
Sana ay gustuhin mo rin
ang pagdamay sa mga nangangailangan
kahit na ba
may bahagi sa kanilang buhay
na hindi mo gusto.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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A few words of Hindi appear here or there, but it's all Urdu. I feel that if the popular culture, which is what Hindi films are, uses Urdu, it's not going to diminish.
quote by Ismail Merchant
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Idiots and impotents
An idiot is not a problem to himself;
An impotent is not a problem to himself.
They are problems only to those who deal with them.
Such men are perfectly alright in their dealings.
04.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yaman Ko (english- 'my treasure...your love, my love')
Ang yaman ko
ay hindi kumikinang
hindi nabibilang
at hindi nahahawakan
sapagkat ito
ay nasa aking puso
at ito
ay ang pag-ibig mo
at pag-ibig ko.
-english- 'my treasure...your love, my love'
My wealth
is not glittering
cannot be counted
and cannot be touched
because it is in my heart
and it is your love
and my love.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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I Travel
Cities, buildings falling down
Ideal homes falling down
These pictures I see on the wall
Timeless leaders stand so tall
Assassin in a hit and run
Asia steals a new born son
Evacuees and refugees
Presidents and monarchies
Travel round
I travel round
Decadence and pleasure towns
Tragedies,luxuries,statues,parks and galleries
Europe has a language problem
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talking on
In central europe
Men are marching
Marching on and marching on
Love songs playing in the restaurants
Airport playing bi some lo
Travel round
I travel round
Decadence and pleasure towns
Tragedies,luxuries,statues,parks and galleries
Europe has a language problem
Europe has a language problem
America has a language problem
I travel
Euro-bureau-interpol
Making love to the criminals
Asia has a language problem
I travel
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
song performed by by Simple Minds, music by Simple Minds, lyrics by J. Kerr
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When My country helps integrate another nationality
when integration becomes
another nation's task
my assamese friend talks
with my tamil nadu friend
in my country's language
to get to each other
It seems that the people in Tamil Nadu, southern india would only speak tamil though hindi is the national language. so when somebody from other parts of india meet with them, they have to either converse in english or in another country's language. quite a strange status quo isnt it?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hindi
pure, melodious
creamy on tongue sweet in ears
my Hindi language
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Language of Translation
What could be a better language than the language of translation
A white curtain on which
All our handiwork stands apart like dirt
All crimes are perpetrated in mother tongues
Which always contain a discourse on innocence
There are times
When translation is the only place that has a remnant of sorts
The sound of tyranny in the native tongue
Is killing sympathy!
(Translated from Hindi by Bharatbhooshan Tiwari)
poem by Asad Zaidi
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Problems
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, cause youre all to clear
And I can see theres something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Dont come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
Thats a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You dont do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, youre working nine-to-five
Its too much fun of being alive
Im using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I aint death trip, but I aint automatic
You work for me, just stay ecstatic
Dont you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought youd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
Ill leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Thay take you away and they throw away the key
They dont want you and they dont want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem
Problem (x17)
song performed by by Megadeth
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“el Sueno De Un Imigrante”
I leave my family there
To follow my biggest dream
My biggest dream begins in America
To came here I had to pass
“La Frontera”
It’s what makes me different than
Them
To try to get what I want
My family still with me but in my
Heart
I still remember them and
The promise that I made on that
Rainy day
I’m not going to forget them
Now I’m here in America but they
Don’t want me here because I don’t
Speak their language
THE LANGUAGE
NOW IS MY PROBLEM
Problem
That I’m going to solve
Continue with my biggest
…..Dream…..
poem by Jose Navarro
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The Language I Feel Most At Home In
THE LANGUAGE I FEEL MOST AT HOME IN
The language I feel most at home in
Is not my own.
My own sacred language
Is my second best.
English is too great for me
And I am not like Joyce
Able to contend with and transcend it –
I write my small lines in the language
Shakespeare is the glass of fashion and the mould of form of –
I one more minor actor in a cast of many millions
Play my words upon the page as best I can.
But why mind and remember me and mine
When there are so many and so so much far greater?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Going ahead
What is the problem
And there is no problem.
You want to do
And the work done
You want to go
And you gone.
The problem is
There is no problem
The problem you created
Is not a problem.
It is your duty
To think yourself
What to do
And there is nothing
To do.
Who are you to do
And the problem is
You are going
A head to do.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No Language In Our Lungs
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think
There is no language in our lungs
There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a holy land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way
There is no language in our...
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no language in our lungs.
song performed by by Xtc
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Sa Agos ng Ilog
Sa pagpungay ng mga mata ng takipsilim
Aking pinakinggan ang buhay na sining
Isang libong yabag na walang paroroonan
Isang bagong kalatas ng pagduyan
Ako ay nabibilang sa bawat alon
Kayo ang hibla ng bawat pag-ayon
Dalhin nyo ako sa himlayan ng araw
At hindi ko kayo kakalagan sa aking layaw—
Niyayapos ng apoy ang damdamin
Ng pagsaklob papailalim,
Umaalingawngaw ang bawat tibok
Sinasambit ng bawat dagok
Hindi ako bibitaw, hindi na muli
Sa piling ninyo, lahat ay ikukubli
poem by Norman Santos
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The language with largest vocabulary
It has only seven letters
And has the largest vocabulary
There is no dearth
Of expression
For any situation or emotion
One same thing
Can mean a million things
King Solomon deciphered
Ants’ impression using this language
Indian mythology has it that
A much revered teacher
Taught all his disciples
Using this language
Clearing their all doubts
On any subject
It is not written
It is not spoken
It is not heard
But has in-depth meaning
And a lot application
It is not formally taught
As it has no syllabus
People pick up this
In their life paths
Some do not just pick this up
But, make excellent use of it
And successfully overcome
Difficult and challenging maneuvers
This language came into being
Long before the creation of this universe
Yes, it is not a just a global language
It is a universal language
This is in use world over
This is a common language
But often not used
This language has no grammar
No problem of spelling words wrong
There are no present, future or past tenses
There is no subject, predicate or object
As there are no sentences framed with this language
When used the person can still keep smiling
Often understood as a consent granted
Even the just new born is
As much as much eloquent
With this language
As the person who is preparing for departure
There is none to teach
But the language is learnt
The language is quoted as golden
As it can hurt no one
Much learned people resort to this
When they are to negotiate
Challenging situations
Some great philosophers
Teach their students
Comprehensively with the use of this language
By using this language
You are sure to win
Great many things
Use this wonder language
Effectively and appropriately
The language of silence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The New Nature
A very sophisticated cat and dog
Together sit, quietly upon a log
They observe a lark
Hopping through Central Park
Both by instinct
Desire to leap
But, both by sheer will
Remain perfectly still -
The wild bird, fully unaware
Passes inches in front of the pair
Merrily singing it's song
As it bounces along -
After the prey has flown
One thing remains to be known:
Why had neither the dog nor cat
Been on the attack?
' Quite easily explained '
Comes their mutual refrain,
' As well-informed, green-thinking, modern agrarians
We have, ofcourse, become organic vegetarians.'
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I feel impelled to speak today in a language that in a sense is new-one which I, who have spent so much of my life in the military profession, would have preferred never to use. That new language is the language of atomic warfare.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower
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The only language men ever speak perfectly is the one they learn in babyhood, when no one can teach them anything!
quote by Maria Montessori
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Pante
PANTE
Ang pante ay gillnet sa Ingles ang tawag
Pero para sa aki'y mali't hindi dapat
Sa Tagalog kasi ang gill ay ang hasang
Ang pante ay hindi para sa hasang lang
Ang isda sa pante din ay sumasabit
Hindi lang sa hasang kundi sa palikpik
Super habang volleyball net ang nito'y tulad
Walang poste magkabila, basta nakaladlad
Mayroong palutang, mayroong pabigat
Para palaging vertical, laging nakalawit
Na parang kurtina sa gitna ng tubig
Ang isda na sumuong, tiyak na sasabit
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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