Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

I am reading Salman Rushdie
Taking his books from the shelf,
Midnight's Children,
The Moor's Last Sigh,
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Who had been it
That searched he for so long,
Banalata Sen of Natore, Rajshahi?
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Okara, whose is the piano
And whose the drums
And what do you like to play with
The piano or the drums?
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Let there be light and there was light,
Light a diya,
Keep a light with
Or the mobile light for some minutes,
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Only five minutes,
Only five minutes
To light a diya,
A candle light
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I do not understand the words
Which the teachers now-a-days use
For paper-publication,
Double-blind, peer-reviewed, open-access,journals,
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She used to live near the grave yard
Which was perhaps not clear
As they used to say,
A beauty used to haunt him,
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Salman Rushdie going with the jinn bhoot
And she not leaving him behind,
A man in the know of nazar-gozar
And he in love with them
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Syrian daughters,
Small-small,
Beautiful daughters,
I am pained,
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To hold someone responsible for all is not good,
Let us think if we are good,
If we are not good, how can you that you are good?
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