Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

An Indian guru in America
Teaching yoga
As a spiritual instructor,
Really a yogi or a bhogi,
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With vermilion
put into the parting line
of the hair,
the small daughter
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I just see you from far,
Mix with you not
As the community men
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When a child, I saw the tigers brought from
the jungles of
Shikaripara and Kathikund
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In a tiled house I used to liver at Grant Estate Para, Dumka,
Broken and dilapidated,
By the bel trees
The house used to be
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A Santhal girl,
Young and beautiful,
Not so dark,
But with a good face-cutting,
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While hoisting the flag on the eve of the independence day,
While unfurling the flag, Saw I
while pulling the rope to position it top,
Read I the imprints,
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Who's the girl in the sunglasses,
I mean the goggles,
Who the goggleswalli,
Why's she smiling,
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What is he,
I mean,
A yoga teacher
Or a bhogi,
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She may be dark, but is my lovely daughter,
Dark but affectionate,
Careful and loving,
How neglected is she,
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