An Indian sepoy of the British period
When they left
With his moustache twirled and curled
Thickly
Speaking Indian pidgin-English
Too has turned into
A writer of verse
And his English not natural,
But made-made,
Of the cantonment
Just like mixing of paani into milk,
Milk into paani
By an Indian gwala, milkman.
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