Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Kadambari Devi, your love
The world could not know,
Feel it,
The pains of your love,
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Red Rose,
So hued and dazzling
And of a fast colour
As the eyes gloss it over,
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Gandhi was, you accept it or not,
Agree with me or not,
A politician,
Not a common man
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Chandramukhi,
Chandramukhi,
I’m just for you,
For you,
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A mad man under the canopy of the night,
The attic of the open skies
Full of stars and the moon
Shining up above,
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I am not a poet
Which but think I,
Nor have they called me
Rather forbade me to write,
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I do not know it personally
Nor can say with conformity
But have just heard it say,
The spring will turn silent
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The communists are the most dirty fellows,
The most third class men,
As to plot for an overthrow
Is on their hidden agenda an strategy
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Shyama Kali, talk I,
Kali kaal-rupa, doomsday-faced not,
But Shyama Kali,
Kali bluish,
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Salman Rushdie, your golden-rimmed specs
And the French-cut beards
Just a bit on the chin
And that all clean shaven
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