Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Into the hands of the poor gypsy girl,
Saw I,
Saw I a beautiful idol,
A beautiful idol of Vinayaka,
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Can you say,
Can you,
Where the pathway,
The pathway of life
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Often see I them perching on the twigs
Of the smaller trees
The bulbuls,
Specially the blackly and grey bulbuls
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The poor child of the poor country
Half-fed and half-fed for ever
Crying for stale bread and molasses
From his mother obstinately
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St.Valentine,
The red rose,
The beloved,
The lover.
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I saw it for the first when the muddy drain was being dug
And again saw I at a village bus stop running for shelter
An awkward, bizarre creature of the dinosaur group,
Just like a crocodile, but not so dangerous
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The heart is a temple
Of God
Where dwells it the Lord
Of life
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This life is a bottle of wine
And a packet of cigarettes
And he lying fallen
By the solitary footpaths
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In The Morgue

I trying to recognize
My own dead boy.
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Thoughts
Where do they come
And where do they go away
Thoughts, ideas, concepts?
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