The under merit teachers of English
somehow passed or cleared forth
Move out
To the northeast of India
To turn up as the critics or poets
And without understanding the northeast
And its diversity of culture and ethics,
Society, art and culture,
They jump to the conclusion
Of searching the northeast Indian English poets,
The poets born not, but made.
Had there been Indian English poets and poetesses,
We would have heard before
As there was not
So heard we not,
But under the caption of it,
Marking the vacuum, my request is,
You call not yourself a poet of critic
Of newly evolving Indian English poetry
As Indian English no English is it,
Nor is it spoken anywhere in any village of India.
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