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Zindagi aapse hi khubsurat hai humari,

Aapke sang hi rehna humein umar saari.


Har janam aap hi humsafar ** humare,

Yahi dua hai us neeli chhatri wale se. 


Ye dhadkane bhi ruk si jaati hai aapse jab baat ni hoti,

Aapki wo tagri daant bhi sacchi humein bhut pyaari lagti.


Is Dil ki har dhadkan Kuch kehna hai chahti,

Sirf aur sirf aapke pass rehna chahti ji.


Aapka Naam hi tou humare naam ko pura krta,

Aapki muskaan dekh ke hi ye dil humara bhi dhadakta.


Ye meelon dur ki duriya humara Kuch ni bigaad sakti,

Aapki tasveer seene se lagake hi Roz soti.


Ek aap hi apne apne se lagte **,

Aap pass ** tou bhul jau duniya ko.


Kaise kahu mai aap kitna mayne rakhte **,

Jo dua us ishwar ke darwaze pr roz hum Kare wo puri **.


Humesha har kadam par saath saath rahein hum dono,

Koi bhi Juda na kar paaye humko.


Aap Jaise fikar karte, pyaar karte aise koi bhi nahi kar sakta,

Is sacchi mohabbat sacchi shiddat se hi jeene ka dil karta.


Jeene ka sahara jeene Ka matlab hi aapse hai mere saathiya,

Aap saath ** tou saanse chalti hain mere mahiya.


Mai hu aapki in haathon ki lakeero mein,

Aapko paakar sabse qismat wala bna Diya uparwale ne.


Khushnaseeb hai humari taqdeer jo aap humko mile.

Aapke aane se zindagi mein phul khile.



Jo labz  hothon se keh Nahi paate,

Wo bhi aap samajh ** jaate. 


Dil Ka dard jab bayan Nahi karte,

Wo bhi aap itni dur se pata laga lete.


Har dard har jhakam apne aap thik ** jaata,

Jab ye Dil us pyaare se Dil ke seene se lag ke sukoon paata.


In hawao ki sarsarahat ke zariye wo ehsaas bhejna,

Humesha Aapke Saath Hu sunnu ji aapka ye kehna.


Sacchi beintehaa sukoon deta is rooh ko,

Ishwar humesha mehfooz rakhe aapko.


Kadi dhup ki pyaari si chaav aap ban jate,

Har Khushi har aansu ek dusre se baat te.


Wo hi hain zindagi Ke sabse pyaare lamhe har dard bhi lete ** bhaap,

**** se tou har koi pyaar kr leta rooh mein basna kise kehte uski misaal ** aap.


Bhagwaan ji mujhe maaf kr dena,

Aapse bhi badhkar Kisi ko maine samjha.


Inke saamne sajda mai jab bhi karti,

Meri bandagi zindagi dono puri ** jati.


Agar rabb mujhse puche ki tumhein kya du

Mai bina soche bas Aapka naam keh aapko maang lu.


Aap bhale hi duniya ke liye ek insaan **,

Mere liye tou aap hi puri duniya **.


Zindagi ** tou aapke saath warna,

Koi zindagi bhi nahi chahiye mere khuda.


Aapke saath jiyenge aapke sang hi marenge,

Kuch Nahi chahiye humein neele aasman ke neeche bhi aapke sang reh lenge.


Bs aap humesha humare pass humare saath rehna,

Isse jyada Kuch Nahi humko kehna.


Wish you a very very happy anniversary dear sweeeeeetuuuuu ji. Aap ** tou Sab Kuch hai humare pass. ... Sabse most important part of my life is justttttttt you. I love you dheeeeerrrrr saaaaraaaaaa MERI jaaaaaaannn...feeelllll you the mosttttttt. Aap ** humare pass jeene ki wajah hai ... Thankyou so much for always being there with me my dear sweetesttttttttt life partner..❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am soooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhh luckiestttttt and blesseddddddd to have you munnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuu jiiiiii ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ bhagwaan ji aapki har manokaamna Puri krein ..aapko dheeerrr saaariiii khushiya de...humesha mehfooz rakhein ...jaldi se aapko success mil Jaye aur aap apni is Dil ki raani ko Apne sang le jao humesha ke liye ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love you a lottttt more than my life ..my life ..my lifeline ...my everything ....Sab Kuch aap ** .... Happy anniversary sweetuuuu ji❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
31 may most special one
Jasraj Sangani  Feb 2016
Mumbai
Jasraj Sangani Feb 2016
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it’s hot but not too more….

Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say “M busy”
Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy

There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska

From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels
From telephone rings and doorbell brings.
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings

Where there’s little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!

Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart

Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine”

From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee.

Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful

Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
KRRW  Aug 2017
Jamaedurian
KRRW Aug 2017
Si Jamaeda:
Isa siyang matrona
na ang pangarap
ay ang wagas
na kagandahan.
Palagi siyang
nilalait ng kanyang
mga kaeskwela.
Maging mga kapatid niya
ay nilalayuan siya.
Samantala,
ang mga magulang niya
ay ikinahihiya
ang kanyang
kakatwang presensiya.

Isang araw,
kanyang natuklasan
isang natatanging pormula
upang makamtan
pinakamimithing kagandahan.

Mula sa laboratoryo
lumabas ang isang
mestisang diyosa
na siyang nagdulot
nang tiyak na pagkahulog
ng bawat panga
na nilalampasan niya.

Puri dito, puri doon.
Ang tainga niya
ay pumapalakpak.
Kaway rito, kaway doon,
hindi siya matigil
sa kahahalakhak.

“Sa wakas,”
ika niya,
kagandaha'y napasakanya.
Subalit,
ngunit,
datapwat,
langit biglang
kumulog,
kumidlat.

Habang ang diyosa'y pauwing
mahinhing naglalakad,
nakasalubong niya
ang isang matrona
na siyang nagpaalala
ng mapait na nakaraan niya.
Itsura ng matrona
sadyang kasuka-suka
mas masahol pa
sa dating muka ng diyosa,
wika ng marami
pinagsukluban ng langit at lupa
maging impyerno ay nakialam pa.

Hiling nito sa diyosa
ibahagi ang sikreto niya
sa pagbabago ng uling
at naging isang ginto,
ngunit ang kagandahan
ng diyosa'y panlabas lang
sapagkat kanyang budhi
lubos-lubos ang kaitiman.
Itinaas ang kilay
at saka pumanhik,
hindi niya namalayan
ang nagbabadyang panganib.

Plok! Plak!
Inay ko po'y kaysakit!
Ang diyosang marikit,
napasubsob sa putik.

Ngunit sa halip
na malambot ang lupang hahagip
'yon pala'y sa ilalim
may nakatagong talim.
Matigas niyang mukha
ginuhitan ng pait
ang maladiyosang matrona
nasiraan ng bait.

Lahat ng tao'y
naengganyong lumapit,
sa lakas ng kanyang sigaw
dahil sa sobrang sakit.
Imbis na tulunga'y
pinagtawanan, nilait.
“Hahaha! Buti nga sa 'yo,
mayabang ka kasi,”
ang kanilang sambit.
Luha niya'y nangingilid,
ngunit walang pasubali,
ang kutya nila'y sumasabay
sa ulang masidhi.

Sa hindi niya inaasahan,
dinamayan siya ng isa.
Isang pamilyar na mukhang
hindi rin naman
naiiba sa kanya.

Magbuhat noon,
natutunan niya
ang isang malaking
leksiyon:
“Mas masarap ang maging duryan,
kaysa maging isang mamon.”
Written
31 August 2013


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Cute-sweet water puri
Brings the water in the mouth
my senses take me
All the ways
When I find water puri
Potato onions spices
Filled with solution of Jaljira
Children young and old
Eating is big in addiction
When I See road side
Trolley of pani puri
It is a the biggest attraction
Its variables sour taste
Make me be excited
It takes me to childhood
Such lovely water puri
Malalagkit na mga halik
Amoy ng alak at yosi,
kumakapit sa damit
Kaunting barya,
puri ang kapalit
Eto ang turo ni inay
"Kapalan mo ang lipstick anak,
hindi magtatagal ikaw di'y masasanay"
manipis na tela
ang bumalot sa murang katawan ni Teresa
"Sariwang-sariwa!"
hindi magkamayaw ang mga kalalakihan
Sa entablado kinalimutan
ang nagdurusang puso
binalatan nang dahandahan



-Tula XI, Margaret Austin Go
Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
KYON** ** gya mujhe ek ajanabi se pyar,
Na jante hua bhi KYON hain ye dil usi ke liye beqarar,
Karke bechain mujhe KYON hain mujhe har waqt usi ka intezar,
Main nahi janta ki kaun hain wo,
jo mujhe apne pyaar ka mujarim bna liya,
Banake DEEWANA mujhe,
mere kore sa dil pe apna naam likh diya,
KYON aata hain mere sapno me uska dhundhlata chehra,
Lagne laga ab har khawab sach mujhe,
Kaha chale gye wo laga ke mere dil pe apne yaadon ka pahera,
Har waqt muskura'h raha hoon jabse mujhe pyar hua hain,
Kho gya hoon main usi ke yaadon me jabse use dil diya hain,
KYON wo mere **** ka jaan ban *** hain,
Karke pareshan mujhe meri jahan ban *** hain,
KYON ye palakein nahi jhapakti jab use dekhti hain ,
Uske bina ye puri duniya suni lagti hain,
KYON mangne lagta hoon use apne rab se,
Dekha hain use aur pyar hua hain jab se.....
First sight love
Love just like a unique desease, and its no any solution frds.
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
Think!
In the Past, under clear sky, any could walk
all over Bharat, though an Indian or not so.
The notion of a nation merging petty kingdoms
dimmed the vision of the people of tolerance.
Selfish kings and selfish landlords together
severed India proclaiming "save India", alas!
     In the post independent India, I was born,
walked freely even in the starry night, till 1970s,
enjoyed outing, slept in lodges, snored under trees.
Then came the Emergency, amidst it, against people;
politicians exploited communal thoughts, Delhi burnt,
for votes; created vote banks; nothing learnt from riots;
no merging, but diverging forces hurled us, viciously
forced us to riots-in Gujarat, Assam, Bombay;
panic people run helter -skelter, in Delhi, elsewhere,
in Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, no exemption.
How lucky were Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!
The former founded four Mutts at the pulse-points
of Bharat- the latter roamed not in Rome but in India
(the land of saints, temples, home of gods and godly men)
instilling the spirit of nationalism and social reformation.
    But…while dollars roll over the sovereignty of rupees,
as a ****, with drooping eyes among nations -a land
de jure integrated and de facto dissipated and dejected
by linguistic, fiscal and parochial aspirations strutting us on-
we stand.. Who cares? Sitting around the dying culture  
all Jackals, devour and howl as vultures hover around-I shudder
to move along the road, freely breathe; as espionage, tolls
identification cards, to the satisfaction of the jackals,
that create hurdles on my way, materially, spiritually; and
bribe legislature, corrupt executive,  and blur judiciary,
****** growth and progress -even a lively move of nerves.
Independence led us to dependence to MNCs , in fact
from East India Company the baton went to British kings
and Queens; to lobbies of MNCs later it glided wasting
the blood of revolutionary freedom fighters, hurting them.
The Red Fort became the fort for the corrupted blabbers
who roar by constitution breaking the constitution of the polity.
     I don't dream of Lord Krishna dancing on the hood
of Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi waters-polluted.
How nice to recall the glory of the past with love and toleration
that assimilated all thoughts of human beings in the world
and flowed  for ages through the canopy beside my cave,
than to shudder at every knock, and to brood in my flat gasping!
……………………………………………………………………
Note:1.Gujarat , Assam, Bombai(Mumbai), Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, :  these are places where riots or blasts occurred in India
Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!:two sanyasins(monks) of India the Former proponent of Advaita Vedanta Philosopy and the latter preached it disciple of Sri Ramakrishna  and founder of Ramakrishna Mission in Kolkota, India.
four Mutts: the mutts(Seminaries) established by Adi Sankara in Badarinath in the North , Puri in the East. Dwaraka in the West and Sringeri in the South of India to propagate the Vedic philosophy. It also proves the Undivided Indian concept the ancients had .
MNCs:Multi-National Corporations.
Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi: A very venomous snake representing Power and torture.Lord Krishna danced on the hoods of it and killed it as per the mythology. Kalindi is River Yamuna in India that divides Delhi in to two.
judy smith Nov 2016
Whether in Montreal, where she was born and raised, or in Delhi, where her award-winning brasserie sits, the stylish chef’s love for gastronomy has always run deep. She came to India to chase her passion about eight years ago, after leaving behind an engineering career and having trained at the esteemed ITHQ (Institut de tourisme et d’hôtellerie du Québec). In 2014, she introduced unusual combinations like oysters with charred onion petals, tamarind puree, and rose vinegar when she became the first Indian chef to be invited to host a solo dinner at the James Beard House in New York City. Also presented there was her very own coffee-table book called Eating Stories, packed with charming visuals, tales and recipes.

In pursuit of narratives

“I am studying Ayurveda so, at the moment, I’m inspired by the knowledge and intuition which comes with that, but otherwise I completely live for stories. Those of the people around me — of spices, design forms, music, traditions, history and anything else I feel connected to.”

Culinary muse

“I truly believe that nature is perfect, so I feel privileged to use the ingredients that it provides, while adding my own hues, aromas and combinations…it feels like I get to play endlessly every day.”

After-work indulgence

“My favourite places to eat at are Cafe Lota and Carnatic Cafe in Delhi, and Betony and Brindle Room in NYC.”

Dream dish

“This salad I created called ‘secret garden’. It’s so beautiful to look at and has such a unique spectrum of flavours…all while using only the freshest, most natural produce to create something completely magical.”

Reception blooper

“Most people make the mistake of over-complicating the menu; having too much diversity and quantity. Wastefulness isn’t a good way to start a life together.”

A third-generation entrepreneur from a highly distinguished culinary family, she runs a thriving studio in Khar where state-of-the-art cooking stations and dining tables allow her to conduct a variety of workshops and sessions. Her grandfather is remembered as the man who migrated from Africa to London to found the brand that brought curry to the people of the UK — Patak’s. She took over as brand ambassador, having trained at Leiths School of Food and Wine and taught at one of Jamie Oliver’s schools in London. What’s more, Pathak is also the author of Secrets From My Indian Family Kitchen, a cookbook comprising 120 Indian recipes, published last year in the UK.

Most successful experiment

“When I was writing recipes for my cookbook, I had to test some more than once to ensure they were perfect and foolproof. One of my favourites was my slow-cooked tamarind-glazed pork. I must have trialled this recipe at least six times before publishing it, and after many tweaks I have got it to be truly sensational. It’s perfectly balanced with sweet and sour both.”

Future fantasy

“As strange as it sounds, I’d love to cater my own wedding. You want all your favourite recipes and you want to share this with your guests. I could hire a caterer to create my ideal menu, but I’d much prefer to finalise and finish all the dishes myself so that I’m supremely happy with the flavours I’m serving to my loved ones.”

Fresh elegance

“I’m in love with microgreens for entertaining and events…although not a new trend, they still carry the delicate wow factor and are wonderfully subtle when used well. I’m not into using foams and gels and much prefer to use ingredients that are fuss-free.”

This advertising professional first tested her one-of-a-kind amalgams at The Lil Flea, a popular local market in BKC, Mumbai. Her Indian fusion hot dogs, named Amar (vegetarian), Akbar (chicken) and Anthony (pork), sold out quickly and were a hit. Today, these ‘desi dogs’ are the signature at the affable home-chef-turned-businesswoman’s cafe-***-diner in Bandra, alongside juicy burgers, a fantastic indigenous crème brûlée, and an exciting range of drinks and Sikkim-sourced teas.

Loving the journey

“The best part of the job is the people I meet; the joy I get to see on their faces as they take the first bite. The fact that this is across all ages and social or cultural backgrounds makes it even better. Also, I can indulge a whim — whether it is about the menu or what I can do for a guest — without having to ask anyone. On the flip side, I have no one to blame but myself if the decision goes wrong. And, of course, I can’t apply for leave!”

Go-to comfort meal

“A well-made Bengali khichri or a good light meat curry with super-soft chapattis.”

What’s ‘happening’

“This is a very exciting time in food and entertaining — the traditional and ultra-modern are moving forward together. Farm-to-fork is very big; food is also more cross-cultural, and there is a huge effort to make your guest feel special. Plus, ‘Instagram friendly’ has become key…if it’s not on Instagram, it never happened! But essentially, a party works when everyone is comfortable and happy.”

A word to brides

“Let others plan your menu. You relax and look gorgeous!”

This Le Cordon Bleu graduate really knows her way around aromas that warm the heart. On returning to Mumbai from London, she began to experiment with making small-batch ice creams for family and friends. Now she churns out those ‘cheeky’ creations from a tiny kitchen in Bandra, where customers must ring a bell to get a taste of dark chocolate with Italian truffle oil, salted caramel, milk chocolate and bacon and her signature (a must-try) — blue cheese and honey.

The extra mile

“I’ll never forget the time I created three massive croquembouche towers (choux buns filled with assorted flavours of pastry cream, held together with caramel) for a wedding, and had to deliver them to Thane!”

Menu vision

“For a wedding, I would want to serve something light and fresh to start with, like seared scallops with fresh oysters and uni (sea urchin). For mains, I would serve something hearty and warm — roast duck and foie gras in a red wine jus. Dessert would be individual mini croquembouche!”

Having been raised by big-time foodie parents, the strongest motivation for their decision to take to this path came from their mother, who had two much-loved restaurants of her own while the sisters were growing up — Vandana in Mahim and Bandra Fest on Carter Road. Following the success of the first MeSoHappi in Khar, Mumbai, the duo known for wholesome cooking opened another outlet of the quirky gastro-bar adjoining The Captain’s Table — one of the city’s favourite seafood haunts — in Bandra Kurla Complex.

Chef’s own

AA: “We were the pioneers of the South African bunny chow in Mumbai and, even now, it remains one of my all-time favourites.”

On wedding catering

PA: “The most memorable for me will always be Aarathi’s high-tea bridal shower. I planned a floral-themed sundowner at our home in Cumballa Hill; curtains of jasmine, rose-and-wisteria lanterns and marigold scallops engulfed the space. We served exotic teas, alcoholic popsicles of sangria and mojito, and dishes like seafood pani puri shots and Greek spanakopita with beetroot dip, while each table had bite-sized desserts like mango and butter cream tarts and rose panna cotta.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2016 | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe apne dil me utarne do,
Mujhe jina hain bus tere liye,
Mujhe ab had se gujarne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......

Ishq ik aisi bimari hain,
Jo sabke dil par bhari hain,
Mujhe ab aansoo bankar
apne aankhon me chhalakane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do.......

Tujhe haque hain meri puri zindagi par,
Mujhe ab dil bankar,
Apne sine me dharkane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......
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Shrivastva MK May 2015
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe apne dil me utarne do,
Mujhe jina hain bus tere liye,
Mujhe ab had se gujarne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......

Ishq ik aisi bimari hain,
Jo sabke dil par bhari hain,
Mujhe ab aansoo bankar
apne aankhon me chhalakane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do.......

Tujhe haque hain meri puri zindagi par,
Mujhe ab dil bankar,
Apne sine me dharkane do,
Mujhe pyar karne do,
Mujhe pyar karne do......
MOUMITA SARKAR Mar 2016
Friday
12:22 pm
6 Nov 2015

Agar suraj ki keerne..
Tapti dhup mujh pe de,
Toh jhor se degiye ga…
Kisi ko ye naah toh pata chalegi .. ki hum naraz ya gusse hai bahut!

Agar baarish ** toh..
** jaane digiye ga,
Kisi ko ye na pata chal paaye … ki hum roh rahen hai!

Agar pathte zhareee,
Toh zhar jaane digiye ga..
Kisi toh naa pata kar paaye..
Ki hum aandarse bekhaare huye patho jaise bikhaa rahen h!

Agar thadi ki mausam me thaand de,
Toh bahut khub se digiye ga..
Kisi ko ye naah pata chale..
Ki hum saihum ya daar rahen h..
Andaar aandar se!

Ye mausam hai..
kuch mere zindagi ki tarah…
or humare zindagi ki tarah..
jo hum bayaan toh karte h..
par bahut kaam…
kyuki hume samaj ne wala koi nahi hota!

Ye jab hoti hai.. ya aati hai, jhoor se caati…
Or agar naah aate toh, na hi sahi,..
Par jab aati h…
toh puri zinadgi badal kar rakh deti hai.. !
trying to enjoying the life better :) :)
Gat-Usig Oct 2013
Mahal ko ang Filipino, pagdiriwa’y walang plano
Malaking palaisipan pag-alala ng gobyerno
Samantalang ‘di naisip prayoridad wala rito,
Pagpapayaman sa Ingles hindi na magkandatuto.

Paggunita anong saysay, pagsasabuhay sa wikà
Makakapagpamulat ba lalo na sa mag-aaral;
Pagsambit sa mga ito maging sa mga parangal,
Ito ba’y nakagugulat isang buwang itinakdà.

Totoo namang ginamit sa pakipagtalastasan
Filipino’y instrumento sadyang hindi matumbasan;
Kahit na karamihan pa napagkakamalang Kanô
Pakikinig sa istasyong bumibilib na napunô.

Ang tanong sa puntong ito, napapayaman ba kayâ?
Sa mga naging konteksto, ang masa ba’y nakukutyâ?
Sa mga nakakarinig, nahalua’y kabaduyan
Maging mga komentaryo, kalaswaa’y kinantsawan.

Kung bastos ang naging dating, anong magiging termino?
Ang mga dapat ilimbag sa papel ng mga dyaryo;
Sa pagbibigay ng aliw,ito’y pulos kababawan
Inisip ng mamamayan, may ganitong katangian.  

Kapuri-puri ang iba, may mahahalgang paksà
Ito’y kinakikitaan na may seryosong diskurso;
Sa kabilang banda pala, ito’y nawalan ng bisà,
Tulog na ‘pag pinalabas, ito’y kadalasang kaso.

Paano papaunlarin kung iba’y pinagpilitan
Tunay na nakalulungkot ito’y naging panambitan;
Sa halip pa ngang gamitin bilang makatwirang midyum,
Sa mga usap-usapan, maging sa mga simposyum.

Ang pagpapaunlad nito ay hindi sa balarila
Hanggang sa pag-uunawa pati ng ortograpiya;
Kinailangang mawala ang mga maling pananaw,
Ito’y nangangahulugang pagkilatis ‘di papanaw.


Ang natanging lingua franca nagbibigay identidad
Sambayanang sumasambit pagka- Pinoy lumalantad;
Sa bansa’y nagbigay-linaw, paggamit ng isang wikà,
Kaysa sa salitang- dayo, nagturan ng hakahakà.

Oo, Agosto na naman, dapat pa bang magkamayan?
Wika nati’y maging ilaw siyang magsisilbing lakas,
Juan, gumising ka naman, kamtan mo’y tuwid na landas;
Kung hindi tayo kikilos, mayroong paglalamayan.

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