Yesterday I had my 3rd Hindi lesson.  Combining everything I know I’ve written a poem:

Chidya udthi hei

Nadi beti hei

Ek aurat gati hei…


Unke daanth safedh hein

Unke paanv lambhe hai

Mere dil ko chot lagi hai…

Translation:

The sparrow flies

The river flows

One woman sings…


She has white teeth

Her legs are long

I have hurt my heart…

I also like saying mera nashta guhrum hai, but I couldn’t fit “my breakfast is hot” anywhere in the poem above.  Next week I’m learning about food, which I’m sure will really get the creative juices flowing.

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