Just like Mungerilal
Going to Bombay
To be a hero
A rustic from the country
Adorning the dreams
Colourful and gay
On his way to.
And similar
Had been Nissim Ezekiel
Chuckling and grinning like
Mungerilal,
An alien insider
Thinking himself outlandish
But dwelling in India
Thinking of himself a modern man
Among the foolish and illiterates.
To smile and laugh at,
To crack jokes
And poke fun at
Had been the job of
Nissim Ezekiel
Arranging for
Picnic, marriage and birthday parties
And gatherings,
Holidaying and picnicking.
A poet of love marriage
He writes love letters,
Talks of love,
But dares not marry
Outside his Jewish community,
Orthodox and conservative himself,
A minority boy
Of Indian English poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem