The following poem by Rahat Tasneem from New Delhi was selected as a commendable mention in Wingword Poetry Prize 2020
My father has many tongues,
but little feelings to go with them
and is sparse with his words.
Maybe you don’t need too many words
when you have a miscegenation of languages
at your disposal.
My mother is certain, and verbose in her monolingualism.
I struggle between my two languages-
one found, one forgotten.
All of us still fail to understand each other.