Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Everyone is after his or her job,
Let me at least serve you selflessly
For the time being to see
What it happens.
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We the Indians, after knowing a little English, think we ourselves
The great learners of it,
I mean the masters of the language
But we have forgotten it
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I giving thanks to you and you to you
And as thus we shall turn into Indian English poets and poetesses
Someday.

My poetry I shall read lying in my arm chair
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My love, you are singing and weeping,
I can see the tears into the eyes of yours.

Your eyelashes smeared with teardrops
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For to be an English poet,
Not a poet of India, but of England,
I mean Vilayat,
With Vilayati gait,
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A solitary hamlet
On a solitary landscape,
Away from too much human haunt and habitation.
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The poets of the present times, I mean the new-age writers
Of English verse discuss I,
Marking it who comes from where,
Who says what?
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When I see the flowers, I feel shame in calling myself a poet,
When see I the beautifully looming flowers,
So radiant, so colourful and fast,
So sparkling and caclking.
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Julie, I love you,
The day since when I saw you, I have not,
Have not forgotten you,
What can the poor heart do
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Stealing the moon, have I brought
And we sitting together with
Behind the church
Enjoying the fair evening
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