July 13, 2016July 13, 2016

Non-English Writers.

Non-English speakers
learn English with a diligence
It becomes a second language
to them.
Never it turns secondary.

They master the language.
Speak and write with proficiency,
even better than the natives.

Their style is
dubbed as unique,quaint,peculiar
by the natives.

The voice may be a little different
not utterly strange.

The English speaking world
does not acknowledge them.

Many good writers
go unrecognised.

It is unfortunate in a sense.

Non-English scribes
do not lose heart.

Do the good work
claim your reward.

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6 thoughts on “Non-English Writers.”

Isabella Simons says:

July 13, 2016 at 9:14 pm

Aw… I love your writing… English or Non-English. Please keep writing.

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1. Isabella Simons says:
  
  July 14, 2016 at 3:09 am
  
  Plus, It is amazing how you are able to write English poetry if it is your second language. I am learning a second language and there is no way I would be able to write poetry in it. 😉
  
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  1. meenas17 says:
    
    July 14, 2016 at 8:23 am
    
    It is not a big achievement. I write what I feel.I had learnt English right from my kindergarten.I majored in English and did my masters as well.
    I feel I have not received due recognition.It is a setback.
    Thanks.
2. meenas17 says:
  
  July 14, 2016 at 8:23 am
  
  Thanks. I know only to write. I do in all earnest.
  
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Shiva Malekopmath says:

July 14, 2016 at 9:01 pm

You are Right!!!

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  July 14, 2016 at 9:44 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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