Walking with an Alsatian dog, <br />The dog barking <br />And the Englishman in the making <br />After doing English Hons. <br />And M.A. in English Literature, <br />The undergrad not, but the postgrad <br />On the way going, <br />Going with and thinking of becoming <br />An Englishman, <br />How to be after, <br />Into the footsteps of them, <br />Have to an Englishman, <br />An Englishman <br />With the dog barking <br />And the Indian brown sahib <br />With the belted tiger <br />And the barks in the bungalow <br />Reminding him <br />Of the English accent and stress <br />Which the British sahib used to be with, <br />While calling the orderlies <br />In a broken Hindustani. <br /> <br />The Indian mother and father of the son <br />Looking back in astonishment, <br />Wonder and amazement, <br />How he could master, <br />An Indian boy, Master Blackie, <br />Somewhat dark <br />And he thinking himself <br />Cleverly and foxy <br />As he has to be an officer, <br />A White not, <br />But as brown sahib <br />To show himself, <br />Hence the gravity, <br />Will not talk to all, <br />Looking sober, grave and specs-laden<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-learning-english-a-brown-saheb-in-the-hat-and-with-the-alsatian-dog-going/
