The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
A dance is a poem
The body language
And its signs and symbols,
The madman going.
Have you felt his life?
How mad is he?
In a very sweet and sonorous voice, sing you, say you,
Said she the girl in a golden and nasal sound of her own,
Do you love me? Do you love me?
If you peruse deeply, you will come toy our finding
That modern Indian English poetry initially began with
The stray poems and one books on the anvil
And they were not established writers, but were the beginners,
Bahut cchoti beti,
Tujhe kaise batun
Ki duniya badi berahami aur jalim hain?
After so much so nagging and bragging,
We are reading it, going to make up our minds
As for to read the poetry written in English
By the Indians
Hey, in India,
The India of the mass
Diverse and varied,
Where the sun blazes hot
A fashion designer
Want I to be,
But don't worry,
I shall become