Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The girl in the jeans pants and the T-shirt and the mobile into the hands
Speaking to someone smilingly,
Who is this girl,
Looking so cute and remarkably beautiful?
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O Topiwallah, is politics the all,
You donning the cap and going with proud privilege,
Donning and doing politics?
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Whenever a new university comes into being, is established or founded,
The V.C. is appointed and the name broadcast over
And the incumbent goes to the site of posting
Where he sees the university yet to start in a rented building
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Your wife is in a worn and torn sari faded and discoloured
And in a patched and stitched blouse
And you writing poetry,
Writing poetry to your pleasure
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Where do you lie in playing the been, the wooden been,
In which forest of yours,
Playing and playing melodiously,
Tuning sweetly
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I am a man of heart and my heart it is that you know it not
How is it, how the things of it,
Never have you tried to know that,
To feel it,
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I have heard that they came to see you,
I mean the relatives as for an arranged marriage
Together with the match-makers, came they
The father and the maternal uncle of the boy.
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Bhagjogini, a countryside girl, simple and innocent,
Innocent and ignorant,
She arises in the morning,
Sweeps the floor,
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Had I an English or American wife, I would have felt myself blest, God,
How thankful had I been to you, my Lord, I cannot say it,
At least for her, for my love,
I would have been to England and America
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Kalpurusha, what are you doing here near the hamlet rivulet
Making the bodies rolled out one by one,
In age after age
Just outside the hamlet homes,
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