Thursday, 25 March 2010

Greatest Indian English poem ever?

The post modern era in Indian poetry in English commenced with the ending of the era previous to it. It was during this epoch making era that the melifluous fragrance of this poem, marking the return of the poet to India, wafted down the avenue of history leaving its footprints on everything it trampled.
My father became old
My father
became old
While
i
was 
away.

Now he plays
with his old wedding sari
and braids
 his hair with jasmine and marigold.
Damn! Not Dad it's  Mum
 all
 niggers start to look alike
they say
and
now
I see it's true
having returned
from
 En 
Why You?





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