Walking with an Alsatian dog,
The dog barking
And the Englishman in the making
After doing English Hons.
And M.A. in English Literature,
The undergrad not, but the postgrad
On the way going,
Going with and thinking of becoming
An Englishman,
How to be after,
Into the footsteps of them,
Have to an Englishman,
An Englishman
With the dog barking
And the Indian brown sahib
With the belted tiger
And the barks in the bungalow
Reminding him
Of the English accent and stress
Which the British sahib used to be with,
While calling the orderlies
In a broken Hindustani.
The Indian mother and father of the son
Looking back in astonishment,
Wonder and amazement,
How he could master,
An Indian boy, Master Blackie,
Somewhat dark
And he thinking himself
Cleverly and foxy
As he has to be an officer,
A White not,
But as brown sahib
To show himself,
Hence the gravity,
Will not talk to all,
Looking sober, grave and specs-laden
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