Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Who says it that you are Patita,
Patita, Miss Fallen & Trampled,
You are Nirmala,
Nirmala?
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The Santhal Parganas
Dotted and punctuated by the woods, hills and rivulets,
Highlands and downlands
Traversing the tract,
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When the big Krait fell down in the room,
Coal tar black and glazy enough
The snake was,
Black and beautiful
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The mahua buds used to drip by
In spring,
The cuckoos cooing and pecking at
And the jackals howling underneath
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As an Aryan settler saw I from a distance
The aboriginal natives
Taking Hedia and Pocche,
Sour and stale palm juice and rotten rice beer
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A drunk Santhal girl
I loved and liked her,
But feared to bring her home
As could have been opposed,
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Recall Him the Yakharaja
And they will come,
Hearing your submission
Said through
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The small, small palash tree bushes
Scattered around
The hilly domains,
Rocks, stones and highlands,
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The putul-naach, the puppet-dance,
Where those folklore artistes,
Rustic artistes and their tradition
Of pulling from behind
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Atop the Gidni hills, Dumka,
I used to see
The unwanted guests sitting on,
Looking beneath,
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