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Day 17: The Hinglish Poem

Today's prompt: The Mother Tongue Prompt

English has borrowed heavily from other languages, including Hindi. Here's a poem with the original Hindi words.

The old Englishman sat on his varanda with his boy,
Sipping tea on his old wood carved tipay.
His old Bangla loomed in the background,
Nestled amidst the jangal around.

He poked the boy who sat playing on a khaat,
And said, my boy, a desire has struck my dear heart.
I yearn for the khushi old days of the yore,
Partying with the blokes, laughing at the quirky bandhanas we wore.

Our time in India was of doubtful repute
History books only record stories of our lut,
But Pandits and experts are now aligned,
That history has one fact maligned.

Yes, yoga, zero, cashmere and roti are Indian, who knew?
Yes, my haircare product champo owes its name to Hindi too.
But, here's something that's we Scotts will always relish.
The Chicken Tikka Masala was a Scottish invention and now our national dish!


*veranda, teapoy, bungalow, jungle, cot, cushy, bandana, loot, pundits, yoga, cashmere, roti, shampoo, tikka masala


Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.
 

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