I've come a long way just to say hello,
'eaven help me, I come from Middlesex,
vocally, my accent changes each time,
each new environment gives a fellow
countryman their inflected voice to say
of course, I come from here, or there, the hex
magic spell, a curse of language, the crime,
evidently, to sound the same, common,
alike like no other, a tribe who pay
long-suffering travellers a voice check,
ordinary people from the same background,
not one of us, but other, what the heck,
given we're all human beings, no sound
would be alien unless a brahmin,
as a high caste Hindu reciting verse,
yellowed pages of ancient books, scriptures
jingle like bells, tintinnabulation,
under these conditions, I called a nurse,
simply to observe my hearing, the words,
trinkle, tinkle piano notes, pictures
taken with a Holga, tribulation
on deciphering the message, the code
spoken yet hidden in song as when birds
argue or chatter in a bush, sparrows
yell epithets at each other, I watch
humorous exchanges of barbed arrows,
engineered to pierce and remain, the notch
levels the pain to maximum, I load
lethal language games in a file called smile,
of course, Goans from India sense guile.
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