God, save me, save me from Indian English poets,
The Indian poets telling themselves English,
The English poets born in India,
Their parents spoke it not English
But they are speaking.
My God, I can see them coming,
Wordworths, Keatses, Shelleys,
Miltons, Shakeaspeares,
Arnolds and Tennysons,
English and European not,
The White sahibs not,
But the brown sahibs.
Just after writing a few poems,
They are calling themselves poets and poetesses here,
That too not small,
But great poets,
Not the poets of India
Bu of England and America,
The shallow and hollow modern people,
Oh, the bluff-masters
And the greedy fellows,
Never to be called scholars!
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