Poetry (Three-Liners) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Poetry as Sadhana

Poetry born out of sadhana
And the poet
A sadhaka.


The Light Divine

Milky white and eye-kissing
Was it -
The Light Divine?


The Indian

How far Indian are those
Who live abroad,
How far?


The Critic

Barbering up the pages
With the scissors
In his hands.


Talent

Where is it, how is it,
Under what circumstances,
Who can say it?


The Cuckoo

Coos it so sweetly,
Breaking the notes
Unsaid.