Bijay Kant Dubey


The Daughter Of The Hills: A Biography Of A Santali Girl/ The Song Of The Santal Maiden - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
A daughter of the hills,
In and around,
Encircling her.

Cut off from the wide world
And gaze of it,
Grew she up
As a wild flower
Unadmired and unappreciated,
A girl uninhibited
But laden under strictures.

At the herald of spring,
Sang you
Seeing the cuckoos singing
From the leafless
But in bloom
Palash and simul blossoms.

Sticking a palash bloom
Into her hair,
Danced she,
Sang she
Marking the change in season.

Under the shadow of the hills,
Grew she up,
A daughter of the hills,
Half-fed and half-clothed tribal girl,
Living a life of her own,
Taking boiled ice and its gruel
And palm juice and rotten rice beer.


Comments about The Daughter Of The Hills: A Biography Of A Santali Girl/ The Song Of The Santal Maiden by Bijay Kant Dubey

  • Veteran Poet - 1,251 Points Piyush Dey (8/6/2014 11:00:00 PM)

    i loved the way you wrote the biography. nice flow and impressive write. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/4/2014 11:08:00 PM)

    very beautiful and heart touching sir, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 5, 2014


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