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My French Class

Are you trying to learn a language new,
Are you trying to sing an alien tune,
Join me in my gang as I am too,
anecdotes to share, are not just one, quite a few.
 
The first day my Professor realised,
the herculean task he was upto.
Apart from the word rendezvous,
I had absolutely no clue.
 
While I tried to learn Je m’appelle Shreya
Je suis indienne,
Others in the class spoke about
parse qui, pourquoi with the ease like a canadienne.
 
I am not lying
I am just being true.
The first few days, I felt out of place,
craving to create my own little space.
Then one day during a session with a spanish friend,
I spoke about my family and she about hers.
To my surprise she gently held my hand and began to cry,
Though I wanted to comfort her, in no way did I wanted to pry.
She was missing her family
as much as I do.
And at times it’s easier to confide in a stranger
than a friend we knew.
  
I learnt a big lesson
A lesson life wanted to teach me
Everyone around the world
is actually a person just like me.
 
Everyone wants to be loved, understood and valued,
just like we all do,
All we should strive for is living in peace and harmony
and that’s the key to the happiness true.
 
I dont know when the comfort set in,
And I became a part of the crowd.
I love my french classes
I wanted to say it out aloud.
 
I am thankful for the encouragement
my husband gave me,
otherwise I would have persued it never
And now I know for sure,
the memories of my french classes
will stay in my heart forever and ever.

Contributed By: Shreya Mathur

3 comments to My French Class

  • Naseer

    Very Beautifully written, really good ….

    Looking forward for more

    Thank you Shreya :)

  • Prarthana

    This is really awesome stuff, u did a great job, I knew that you wrote poems but this is such a sweet one. Simple but emotes really really well.

    Keep it up!!! ;)

  • garima rathi

    whr the hell is my name????? how can u write w/o my name even remotely being mentioned…. i will take revenge… and post my poem in we indians!! hahahaha… but seriously.. Damn good!! :)