A Tamilian poet
With Dravidic identity
Writing in English.
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Will you divorce me? ,
With tears into the eyes of hers.So innocently,So weepinglyWiping out the tears with her hands.My God,Where to go,My God, how will she bear this heartbreak?
My Lord, it will be Your kindness
Of my native tongueThen an English poetRather then calling me internationalInstead of national?Just after reading a few poems of mineAt some media conferenceOf a selected few,How can I call myself internationalThgough the people in IndiaKnow me not nationally?A tongue-twister’s English, know I not,Nor can I speak so fast initativelyJust like an Englishman,I am an Indian…
Indian English poets are not poets born
They are made,Have becomeEmulating, deriving from and copying.Whoever praise you is but a minor poet turned into a poet or poetess,Even P.Lal to had been a minor writer of verseAs his companions were,The small poetrywallahs turn into the big bossesOf Indian English poetry.The ordinary fellows turn into the critics of itJust attempting the thingsAs a…
Do not,
SayGoodbye,Goodbye for forever,Do not,Do notSay,Say you,Goodbye,Goodbye for forever.No,No,Never,Never say,Say you,You goodbye,Goodbye forForever,No,No,Never,Never to anyone.
Indian English Poetry
In a sareeWith the banglesOn wrists,the bindi spotOn the forehead,Vermilion into the parting lineOf hair.Yeah, an EnglishEuropean blonde,Beauty, belleIn a sareeLooking like an Indian womanRather than a saheb,A saheb.
Time,
The same Old TimeWith the old watch going,The Time Man.