Had I A White Wife, I Mean An English Or American Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Had I an English or American wife, I would have felt myself blest, God,
How thankful had I been to you, my Lord, I cannot say it,
At least for her, for my love,
I would have been to England and America
With her during the visits.

Without having an English wife, I think, one cannot English,
So fluently and smoothly,
As she will,
The more I try, the more it will get Indianized
And if flavour gets lost, then what will it remain?

English is English, British English, American English,
English full of Englishness,
But my English Indian English,
Nowhere to be found and spoken,
It is just written words.

Had I been to England or America, I would have at least
Returned with an English beauty,
I mean a white girl,
But my father could not afford to send me foreign
And hence she did not.

My fate too betrayed me in taking me there
And bringing an English wife
Speaking English fluently and impeccably
And had it been otherwise
I would have been a big professor in India.

Maybe it that in my next birth I may have a chance
Of visiting foreign
And bringing an English beloved,
A rose plucked from England or America,
The pride of my English.

Love is love, English or American,
Had I been to, I would have brought an English girl
From distant shores,
Crossing over the seven seas,
Bringing my innocent love.

I had a desire that I would go to England or America
And bring an English girl,
A White beauty as my darling wife,
But I did not go to
And she too did not come to.

A red rose, she is in essence, whether you accept my views or not,
But she is a red, red rose
Blooming in the courtyard,
The lovely daughter of the English parents.

A gem she herself, there is nothing as that to give to her
As jewellery and ornaments,
She herself is a gem,
An ornament, a jewel herself.