I do not know
If there is anything like Indian English verse,
They themselves speak it not in their homes
And in addition to it, wanting to be called
Indian English poets,
In the absence of the language
They will write in.
There is no question of Indian English,
Where is it, show me,
Who the speakers of it,
Speak you not falsely,
Indian English is no English,
But written English learnt laboriously?
And those who are trying to call themselves
Are but the most selfish persons
Wanting to be poets and poetesses
After having marked the vacuum
which lies it in such a domain
Where it is difficult to ascertain who a poet, who a critic?
The beginners, the first-poem writers like
To call themselves poets and poetesses,
Not to say of the writers with the first books
On the anvil,
Indian English verse is a thing of self-praise
And mutual admiration.
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