If you do not believe me, you will find it
Many modern girls
As the research students of their favourite guides
On nameless and evolving Indian English poetry
Of slender and slim anthologies,
Marking the literary vacuum
Start calling themselves poets and poetesses
And as the publishers in haste have to make money from
Publish them, their theses
As for the pressure for native and new incorporation
Into the syllabus.
The same beloved Ph.D. students of their teachers
Steal the rough and raw materials of the old teachers
On Indianian and Indianization of English poetry
And call it own in course of time
And this is the beginning of the story,
Again, they re-start to push and promote themselves
After sending ahead their first poems written in English
As for to be called poets and poetesses
And side by side lie in wait for joining the varsity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem