I Write Poetry Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I Write Poetry



When emotional upsurges and upheavals
And repercussions happen within
And feelings need to be let out
When want I copy down
The things going within
To coat them with words,
The covering and paint of
Words, scripts and letters
Representing sounds, symbols and signs.

I write when I see
When something engages my mind
Or catches my imagination,
When hurt or wounded lie I
Bleeding on the thorns of life,
When frustrated and devastated in life
Meeting tragedy, loss or suffering,
When struggle, suffer I
When stand I philosophical
Reflecting about life and the world.

I write when gets it picturized upon
Flashing the mind's plane,
When dream or see I the images of
Or physically
When see I the terracotta temples,
The flying flocks of swans,
The storks or herons by the pond side
Or with the fisher men fishing
And the tillers tilling the lands.

I write and have written after seeing the hills looking blue
Against the backdrop of sunny days
Shinning bright,
The birds chirping
During the sudden bleak darkness
As for the total solar eclipse,
Ganesha sipping milk
In the temples miraculously.

I write after seeing a hanuman going,
A red-mouthed monkey,
I write after seeing the peacock dancing
Under the clouded skies full of showers,
I write after seeing the lelphant
And thinking of the mahout,
I write after seeing the abandoned ass
And its number depleting.

I write as and when sweet fragrance takes me over
The smell of the white kaaminis coming from
During the night-time,
The seulis dew-soaked and scattered
During the morn-time,
The raatranis and rajanigandhs so redolent and sweet,
The golden champas and violet-hued kanchans
What to say about their beauty and scent?

The vultureless hill tops and simul trees
Still sadden me
Once they used to sit on the branches of the tree
Leaflessly lying but full of bulging red blossoms,
The naked palash trees during spring
But full of blossoms clustered with,
The gulmohar trees so full of the clusters
Of reddish-reddish ornate blossoms
Looking fresh and new.

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