For spoken English, in order to perfect it,
I exploring all the possibilities,
Trying to speak with
My domestic maid,
She speaking in Hindi
And I in English,
With my parents
And on finding none to share with,
I trying to speak
With my dog,
Who looks like an Alsatian breed,
But is not,
A mixed one,
The howls and barks of it
Making me feel proud of
That I have,
I have become an Englishman,
But am not at all
As feel I now,
Marking the rough and tough villagers
Of India,
The blunt and bogus fellows,
Ill-behaved and ill-mannered fellows,
The heat and dust baffling
As the climate not suitable
For being European and English.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem