Was Dom
A poet
Or a lover
Or a smoker?
Smoking cigarettes,
Cigarette after cigarette
To be a poet.
If he, let him,
As poetry will come to him
With the butt held in between.
But he should not keep deserting
One girl after another,
Marrying and divorcing.
Not only a poet,
But a drinker too he was,
Emptying glass after glass.
Not at all an English poet,
But an Indian Goan Christian
Thinking himself one from London.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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