When the Indian English
Not the Indian poets in English
Were introduced
For the first time,
All of us were in awe
The readers and the teachers
As it vexed
Both of us
As there was no merit at all
In the modern poets and poetesses
Evolving, coming of age,
Taking times to grow,
The one or two collections published poets
Whose names none had heard,
The self-styled, self-published poets
Writing in isolation,
Wanting to be English authors,
Famous overnight
With their slender anthologies,
Facing no competition
In the virgin field of literature
And whose books
Not available in the market,
Almost out of speak
Those in poor print and publication
Looking like not books,
But booklets
And that too not,
A bunch of ordinary, weaker verses
Written in imitation of,
Derivative, copious and borrowed from
Just to be English poets,
English poets and poetesses of India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem