Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

How long will she remain a side heroine, will go parting as,
Let her be a heroine,
How long will she go giving her life,
Let her be a heroine,
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I smile on hearing them saying, I am a media personality,
A press spokesman,
A reporter, a correspondent,
They saying it often
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The sheep grazing in a great number,
So many, and the sun setting down,
The twilight glowing still,
The sheep and lambs grazing
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I am not like the joker minister, the villagerly fool and rustic,
Who will not like to vacate his chair,
As this is my chair, my father’s, ancestral
And I shall not,
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Under the moon-lit nights, write I,
My love lyrics,
Dreaming I under the attic of the fair stars
Twinkling
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The rock-built temples standing as a witness to time,
Time which came it and went away,
But they are still erect and un-corroded,
But we know it not,
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On finding none around me to speak in English, I trying my best to speak in English
With my dog?
O, how are you!
And lo, the dog too is smelling me, behaving strangely, standing on half the body
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A loafer as a grandfather saying to that he had very, very intelligent
When as a boy,
But the secret only the Almighty knows it and his olden friends,
How bogus had he been! A third-classer and a last-bencher too.
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Who am I, what my name, where my house, who my own, where to go,
What my identity, entity,
The clown and the fool said to me,
How silly is it to ask about these!
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This business of the Ph.D. degree, what to say about it,
People doing Ph.Ds.,
Doing or getting done,
Purchasing or selling
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