Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

How were those who made the temples not of lime stone and bricks,
But of rocks and stones,
Cutting the rocks and chiseling and designing,
Cutting the crag
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I do not find a flower to compare with,
Should I call her a rose,
A balsam
Or a poppy
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If you tour and travel across the countryside, you will come across
Strange and typical names doing the rounds,
Dhilahi, Lousey, Bhagjogini, Glow-Worm,
Kaari, Blackie, Gouri, Fair, Kajari, Slippery and Dark Green.
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I see the women at work,
Picking up bricks,
With the brick-load on the head
Going up,
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Today we have many link roads and connect ways to cross over into
But there was a time,
When the British were taking the building work
And did they too in
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As know you not that I here lie I a Brahmin,
A master of yours
Who does not take meat,
But you go on
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After having signed, I thinking within myself,
What sort of artist am I,
How have I been gifted with
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Under which tree is the Lord meditating,
Beaming with joy,
Radiating with halo and glory,
Under which peepul tree,
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During the solar eclipse, I used to find the people talking
About the sun getting eclipsed,
The people consulting the Brahmins,
As they used to indicate it beforehand
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The mimic man as a mimic
Mimicking modern man and manners;
The poet learning the art of humour from jokers
As poetry is jokes, the jokes of life
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