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?