Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Workaholic, say you, is to do work all the time your nature,
People take beer, brandy, rum, vodka
And in capers respond they,
Which I suggest you not to take,
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O charmer, where do you lie playing the wooden been music,
Playing so haunting music
And the cobras dancing to the tume of,
Swaying,
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I advise you just to keep a little bit of beards on the chin,
I mean the French-cut beards
As for to be a professor of linguistics and phonetics
And you will.
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The life of a spy, private or public, have you thought about,
Have you ever
About the spies
On a mission?
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My communist clerk, what should I call you,
A Marxist or a Leninist,
A Stalinist or a Maoist?
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I am a poet-lover
who can even pluck the stars from the skies
For the beloved
To stick into the braid of the hair
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The same emotion and feeling is in her too
But she cannot express them
And the difference is in it
That I put down them on paper
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My love is a white chrysanthemum
Blooming under the moonlit nights.

See her with love, but kiss not.
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Under the moonlit nights
I love seeing the burwawalli

The moonface under the ghunghata,
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Dru addict, you too are the son of somebody,
Some loving mother and father
Who never wanted to make you
An addict,
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