After seventeen thousand
two hundred twenty five poems,
a never ending smile rises,
the readers meet and greet him
here in thundering applauses.
Someone asks -
have you lost your English primer?
Another one says - you got for yourself
your own six comments and a big ten!
Wow, wow, what's wrong with it or with them?
Pidgin or Oxford English
Pay no attention to them
A penny by penny ad
You draw in millions.
Your poems put together will
surpass all pages of Bible, Koran
Mahabharata, Gita and Ramayana
all put together - a guinness world record.
Pay no attention to them, Hansmukh Amathalal.
Let them cry amma amma, if they don't like your poems.
No body can master English, even the English poets,
(they are not English English, they are Indian Angrez)
And the light never shines in the dark souls.
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