An English School In India Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

All yes sirring,
Sirring, sir, sir,
Coming and going,
Coming sir, going sir,
Going sir and coming sir,
The classroom resounding with
Sir and ma'm, sir and ma'm
English and European not,
But Indian,
Indian,
Purely Hindustani,
Yes sir, yes sir,
No sir, no sir,
Yeas and no,
No and yes
Going

And those had not to
They too teaching,
Teaching
Without,
Without the knowledge,
Knowledge of English language,
The men in neck-tie and polished boots
And coats and shirts and pants,
The young girls dressed well,
All English,
English
Imitating and emulating strangely
Even failing Gandhi and Nehru,
The strange users of Hindustani English,
Pidgin-Indian English,
The English men in the making.

How are you,
How do you do,
Please, please,
Thank you, thank you,
Hello, hai,
Hullo, Hallo
With the phone set,
Goodbye,
Bye-bye
Confusing in between,
Good morning,
Good morning,
Good evening,
Confusing in between
Good morning and good evening
As when to say and use them?