My God, First, Make Me An Indian Regional Poet Then An English Poet! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Lord, it will be Your kindness
If make You me a poet
Of my native tongue
Then an English poet
Rather then calling me international
Instead of national?

Just after reading a few poems of mine
At some media conference
Of a selected few,
How can I call myself international
Thgough the people in India
Know me not nationally?

A tongue-twister’s English, know I not,
Nor can I speak so fast initatively
Just like an Englishman,
I am an Indian of my earth,
With the roots struck into the soil
Of the earth I belong to
And look I to the roots of nativity.