Intralingual art

A poet not in my mother tongue. 

My thoughts mutated 

if I speak them like I learnt. 

My feelings better ported 

in these words I discovered for myself. 

These nuances. 

That entertained and tickled my brain.

These sounds that materialize 

a soothing duality of self. 

A world citizenry next to ancestral tradition.

Music, art, material.

Heard in and echoed out.

Better formed in communion alternate 

than sounds surrounding.