Nissim, You Saw The Indian Patriot And Smiled You Critically Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Nissim, you saw the patriot, the Indian patriot,
Ay, the follower of Gandhi
And his Gandhism as his mantra
Whispered into the ears of
A khaddhardhari,
Handloom-woven, handcrafted
Cottage industry product
Dhoti and kurta wearing,
Bapuji's bandar,
A strict disciple
Going with a lathi too,
Educated or uneducated,
Cent per cent uneducated perhaps,
But the staunch supporter of Gandhi,
Suppose Gandhi says, you stand on one foot,
They will,
So obedient and dedicated
That even the British feared their lathis,
The lathis of the foolish and blunt freedom fighters,
But dedicated and devoted to him,
The pride of Gandhi indeed

But Nissim, you as a bad boy just grinned,
Grinned and smiled to hear
The English of the patriot,
I mean the Indian freedom fighter,
Half-Hindi, half-English,
Khichdri was it,
A mixed diet
With rice, pulse and vegetables
And cooked,
Hodge-podge in essence,
Sometimes entertaining with
After asking to make tea
And spelling water, milk and sugar in English
And the rest in Hindi,
Interviewing the would be daughter-in-law
In broken English
After asking her name
In English, just a line,
Learning by rote
To show his knowledge of English
And to boast of.