Behold, the well-educated Bard!
Wren and Martin doth their part.
They got rich, upon my word!
On the conceit of the dud!
Oh! It is easy to laugh
Poke fun at a gaffe!
But, in how many languages, pray
Can the Bard have his say?
The Guide to the left of thee
Can speak in at least three.
The shopkeeper on the right
Speaks four in his stride.
English, as we know
Is funny by right.
The language has no logic
The grammar causes fights.
Yet, we know, do we not?
It is the pride of the lot.
Pray, do you not feel lost,
In front of a polyglot?
Humble Beginnings do not boast.
Boasting leads to humbling. Don’t.
In my mind,
There is no pride,
In enforcing esoteric norms.
It only indicates to me
That you have nowhere else to be.
- Poem by Nidhi Arora
