Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

How fast, strange and hued looks it
Our carpenter bird,
I mean the woodpecker
With a cown overhead
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He is an idle-sitting man,
Has no work to do,
So does he politics.
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Ask her not to do purdah from me
As I am her lover,
A quawwal to do a quawwali for her,
A lover of hers am I,
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Love and its colours,
Love of the mother, love of the sister, love of the brother,
Love of the son and the daughter,
Sometimes wets it
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What is Kali? Who is She?
She is perhaps Some Power,
I mean the Power Divine,
The Primordial Energy,
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Madly in love with you,
Said it the letter-ending,
As the last words were.
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Mr.Dubey, what are you doing here on the platform?
Sir, when I came for the first time, I just alighted on this platform
And when I shall have to take the return journey train,
I shall have to come to this platform,
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A dreamer of American dreams am I,
Go I dreaming into the sunny fields and fallows,
Marking the pastoral beauties and singing the lyrics,
Unknown paths leading me to,
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The Robert Browning of modern Indian English poetry,
He is a writer of dramatic monologues
Where the action is internal,
Not external,
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The drama of Kamala Das,
She has turned marriage into a play,
One of sexual intercourse and physical lust and greed
And bodily satisfaction
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