CONCERNED -UP YOURS
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Photo sent to me by my neighbor PPC ..This is an entire series..
Dear English poet
Gods Gift to Poem hunter
I am really concerned
You failing health
Your old age, you a quiet man
Who took time to read me
Than with your hate comments
My Indian sense of bad grammar
Bad syntax bad English poetry
The sleeping Cobra within me
My coiled Kundalini
You did provoke
Now I give back to you
In your language
as I don’t know mine
I only hope after reading me
you don’t die of a stroke
your white racist God
who made us Black and Brown and Yellow
I invoke
Prematurely while thinking of me
In your dark moments
You don’t choke
Your Missus your bitter half they say
Because you were busy writing your
Pristine puritanical poetry
Unsatisfied by you depleted libido
She was giving what was yours
To another bloke
They say he was better endowed
A swimmer good at breast stroke
He was much better than you
In all departments in short
He gave a much better poke
His dagger in her cloak
This affair in your home county
Is read with relish a post marital joke
A dream with a porn magazine
Beneath your pillow you awoke
hoarding the best of you
No fire without smoke
In your racist environment you gloat
And you soak
This Indian poet who caused you no harm
His pictorial under nourished poetic heart you broke
alls fair in love and war..
firoze shakir
