Philip Jose, a student of literature, ambitious to become a professor of Eng literature.
He has been brewing in his mind, a bit of love, revolution and beauty.
You may find his poems immature, ugly and embarrassing.Rectify them, please, with your comments.
Come back O Commander! ,
From your monument,
Where you slept for the last.
It is time O Commander! ,
...
Let us take all our possessions,
And go for a procession.
The bricks that we arranged enviably
And painted pompously to live in,
...