Grandma Advises.

Mother sung the cradle songs There I knew the mother tongue She gave the breast feed To grow as a strong child in life There my father observed the talents Sometimes he punished in ruthlessness With a small cane he threatened In later years, I found the love on me Otherwise I might have in wrong path Mother asked me to recite songs The beautiful songs she taught But I miserably failed in her attempts Even to sing a small song so mildly I asked grandma to tell the stories The king and peasant, horse and horse keeper The thief and police, the stories different After all a child life is happiness And the mother tongue he likes as such Where the world he sees through it The little pretty words in village That makes him a human in future life We can't desist the temptation of language The great thoughts on mother tongue The perfect language where life starts The good foundation of learning there Make the structure using other languages But foundation it is through the basics.