Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

From the Howrah Bridge
See I Calcutta,
The birds circling over into skies high,
Steamers going below.
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I am a lawyer,
How can it be,
You my lawyer,
My case I know it best,
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It is long I have not heard about him
As something kept me busy with,
Now search I his poetry,
An English poet from Orissa
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My drunkard son,
When will you turn up,
When will you,
Your old father is waiting, waiting for you?
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O gentleman
With the French-cut beards
On the chin!
What it the secret of your beards,
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The car has come
But there is nobody around
To get him down
From the steering,
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When Bhagabati was,
When Bhagabati is not,
Oh, the difference!
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It was my good luck
To see the clay idol of Lakshmi
They taking away
Through the lonely crossroads
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When will you come,
Your old father keeps waiting
For you,
When will you,
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O, what did it befall me
That fell I in love
At first sight,
At your first sight,
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