Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Who will the prime minister of India,
Let me do the planchette and say,
Not through the media-orchestrated exit polls,
Who will the next prime minister of India?
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India going to vote
With crores of voters
As for a mandate
With the promises made
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Call it a portrait of mine or my portrait-making, pencilled art and sketch
Or my temptation which but I could not resist,
I saw the young girl standing before me, sitting close to me or by my side,
I glimpsed her, got a glimpse of her face,
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Girl-child, are you born with a poor lot of yours,
The family taking you as a burden,
A debt,
Right from your birth,
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When the first had been alive, valued he never that poor girl,
The poor woman,
As kept she working all day long, all night long,
Eating late into the night,
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Kamala, all the time hear I complaining against your husband
And you after the things of your own
In a very confessional way,
Interpreting the sexual dreams of yours,
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A beautiful dawn breaking
And the sadhus taking a bath,
Doing the suryanamaskar
Having closed the eyes
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Hollywood is o.k., that know I,
But where did it come from Bollywood,
Which hate I most,
Again came it the broken word,
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Nagaraja’s daughter,
I mean Nagaraja and Nagin’s daughter,
Miss Cobra Princess,
Nagakanya have I married,
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A singer of the unsung talent am I,
Contradicting you
That you are only talented
And there is none like you in the world.
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