Contemporary Indian English Poets & Poetesses Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I do not know about modern taste and temperament,
But in reality
They are not poets and poetesses,
But the shallow and hollow modern urban men
Writing trifles verses,
The masters of trivia,
The bluff-masters and he con men
Of creative poetry.

Many of them are the young men,
I mean the assistant professors,
Many the oldies
The flop-masters,
The bluff-masters and flop-masters,
The duplicate men,
Never original,
But copy-masters.

What was I saying,
Forgot I,
Let us come to the point,
I was saying,
Saying that
They are not poets and poetesses,
But rhymers, commoners,
The non-poets as poets,
The trivial men of trivial things.

They are not poets and poetesses,
But the poetasters,
The rhymers,
Commoners,
The non-poets
Writing in English
And asking to call them
Poets and poetesses
Of India.

One deemed varsity head
Who is also a small poet
Asks his colleagues and scholar
To oblige otherwise
By submitting dissertations
On him and his little friends' poetry
And they are doing for profit and benefit
As for promotion ad paper-publication.

Their workshops and seminars
All smack of favouritism
And opportunity,
They leave it not the scope
Of using,
Trying their best to improvise
The situation,
Even in their papers
They about themselves.

The small-small urban men
Living in cities and towns,
Talking about the urban space,
Boyfriedship, girlfriendship, living-together,
The cafe, the park, the mall, the complex
Think themselves great modernists
Or post-modernists,
But are not.