No language is great or superior
Nor is any language is mean or inferior
But English is the most popular language
In the present modern age or even in the previous age

It is just a historical accident
It is not at all a great precedent
Mother, mother land and mother tongue are heaven
We have to protect them as a common phenomenon

English is a huge vulture
The destroyer of many a culture
Speaking English is a status quo
Not speaking it is considered very low

Every body should know and respect his mother tongue
There is no harm or sin in learning another tongue
But nobody should consider English and English are the best
The languages and cultures of the east are as great as the west

Language is just a means of communication
It is a must for any human or nation
Language shows all of us the way
It makes us possible what to say
Today is international mother-tongue day
Let every language shine like the sun ray

Who says that there is no magical word in the world?
A word can charm you to be a great personality
Or it can destroy the whole community
It is greater than a so called magical wand

A word can unite two staunch enemies
Or it can break the comity of nations
A word has great power in this vast universe
It may be in the form of verse
Or it can be a great religious discourse
In fact, it is man’s great spiritual force

Al history is recorded in word indeed
We should be true to our word in our deed
And careful about the word when we read
We should be cautious of our word when we plead

Our word should be as pleasing as a sparrow
Lest it should pierce the soul like an arrow
Our mind should never become narrow
If mindful of our words, we will be heroes tomorrow

A teacher is  like a huge and bright light house
Which beacons the way to the mariners
and passengers in the mysterious and vast sea
It will stay for ages there

A teacher rarely gets promotion
Although he works with great dedication
He does not have either power or money
Like other employees in the society
He feels greatly elated
When his students get employed

She will teach almost the same lessons
For more than thirty five years
Teaching a number of students
With her and soul  she becomes old
And gets eventually tired and retired

she will wait for her meager pension
And leads the rest of her life
Without much recognition
Tension and any sensation
One day she will fall like a leaf
In autumn and goes to dust and forgotten