Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


Indian Literati And Intelligentia Tried Hard To Suppress Me


The Indian intelligentsia and the literati,
I mean the pseudo-intellectuals
Tried their utmost
To ignore and sidetrack me
And my poetry
And this you can see
In my literary activity
Continuing since 1986
And manuscripts spanning over
Fifty collections of poems.

Do you think the poets and critics are
Innocent hearts,
No, never,
They too are full of jealousy and selfishness
And are full of self-praise,
the same simple men too switch over
To the P.G.deptt.,
Maybe they Sahitya Akademi
Or Padma Bibhushan winners?

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014

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