Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The beauty and mystery of the woods as such that I cannot tell you
Overlooking the bridge
In between
Hanging on,
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Ta-ta, bye-bye, goodbye, see you, see you again,
Ta-ta, bye-bye, goodbye, see you, see you aigain,
She was saying,
Saying and looking back
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His costume stitched, embroidered and sewn,
The painter's painting of your portrait
Or the photos taken from a camera
And the gardener decorating with flowers
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O newborn babe, your mom is a careerist, a stylist,
A heroine mom,
A European mom, not an Asiatic one,
Ask for not milk!
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My love a red rose, red-red rose
With the petals dew sprinkled
So fresh, so fine and fair,
Sweet and redolent
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Fashion girls
Full of fashion and designing,
Stylistic and attractive,
Urban and smart
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Rizvi who used to teach English
And had been the Principal of
Tilak College, Bareilly, U.P.
Is not an academic,
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Do not play with the emotions and feelings
Of simple hearts;
They too are men,
Take them not as fashion stuffs.
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Shiva tandava, want I to describe,
But I know it not
The rhythm of music, the dance of the moment
Coming down
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Torsoless, bustless stand you at the town square
With nothing to commemorate your coming and going,
Came you as a common man
And went you away as a common man
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