The tender coconut that you once gave me
Was certainly more tasty,
Than a nation you have offered
To keep me alive and to shape a meaning
For your existence than mine!
In spite of my greatest efforts
To teach your words
My dog never feels
That he is an Indian.
K.P Sasi is a film maker. Email: [email protected]
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