My Tongue Hindustani, I Not An Englishman From The Scotland Yard, A Simple Indian, Not A Detective, My Friend, You A Hound, An Alsatian, German Shepherd Barking, Barking And Howling Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My friend, said I to you,
How many times shall I,
My English Hindustani,
Hindustani English,
Bark you not,
Howl you not,
Snarl you not
In such
A way
Frightening
Me indeed,
I afraid of
Taking
The name of
My father.
Father
Who came to,
Came to my help not,
God,
God the Holy Father
But He too not.

My English Hindustani,
Hindustani English,
I,
I not an English,
Englishman,
But an India,
Indiaman,
My tongue
Not English tongue,
But Indian,
Indian, of India,
As understand I not
The alien tongue
And speech of yours,
The nuances and idiosyncrasies
Of the language,
American English, British English.

My dog,
Dog,
Snarl you not,
Snarl you
Not
Wagging the tail,
Wagging and bragging,
Bragging and wagging,
And sniffing,
Sniffing and smelling,
Trying to pull at
With the hind legs
On my chest
Trying to say something
Or lick my mouth
In the strange home
Of the friend visited.

Whereas I in fear calling,
Calling
Calling the master,
The master of the house
And the dog,
But it,
It with the legs
On the chest
Of mine,
Trying,
Trying to lick
My mouth,
Sniff
And I in fear
Lying deaf and dumb struck
Grabbed by the Alsatian.

And I crying,
Crying
In fear,
My God,
O God,
Father,
Father,
O my father,
O my Heavenly Father,
Where,
Where are you,
Come, come,
Come, come,
Come to
And see, see you
Where, where am I,
In what position!

My English,
English not,
Of an Englishman,
But of
An India man
Indian,
Indian and nativized,
Local
And regional,
Deshi
Not videshi,
An alien one
And I a second language speaker
Learnt laboriously
As a link language
And you as such
Barking and frightening me,
Putting the legs
On the chest of mine,
Keeping frightened,
Repudiating hospitality
Sniffing and smelling and licking my mouth
But I not a thief to be caught nor a drunkard.