Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Suppose my love is a Ukrainian girl
And she knows not English,
How I too not English,
how shall we talk with,
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The cemetery at Bandorjori, Dumka telling of a saga
Untold and undivulged,
Many of the graves lie in as the mouldering heaps,
Many as the newly cemented ones
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The troupe of the Santhal girls dancing and singing
Into the woods and hills
Where their hamlets are
Made from mud and rooftops straw-thatched
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Born at a village in Deoghar
Just by the banks of the river Ajay,
But reared and grew up at Dumka,
A boy played I into the bushes,
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While passing through the raw red-soiled link ways,
I used to come across the scavenger women,
The women folk with the tin boxes
Full of human excreta
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Have you seen the light
Kindled in the eyes of the small sister
Who keeps waiting for
The arrival of
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The Masanjore Dam
Built over a rivulet flowing
In between the hills
And their clusters.
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On her way to Gidni hamlet,
Going the tract
All alone,
Passing through the orchard plot,
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