Unsaid & Unexpressed Verses, Poetic Tidbits (Read Them Separately) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother,
My Mother,
Oh, she is not!
II
A house with
And without a woman,
Think you.
III
What is she saying,
Have you marked it,
What does it her face?
IV
I am like you,
Today am here,
Next time will be there.
V
Before calling myself talented,
I would like to see,
How does it get wasted
If the opportunities are not!
VI
Learn from the flowers to smile,
Keep smiling even
In the sorrows of life.
VII
How desperately is she struggling
With life,
A desperate attempt to bail out of
Adverse situations,
Which come in no doubt!
VIII
What is she saying,
The face of that one
Standing at a distance?
VIII
Stand you, pause by and think it
Before you take the steps,
Where are you going?
How the path to be chosen?
IX
Wild flowers bloom they
And fade away too
Before their beauty is appreciated,
Wild but ravishingly beautiful.
X
How does genius get it wasted,
You cannot guess it
Laden with ego and puffed with pride!
XI
Stand, stand you before taking to guns,
Fire them not,
They are the Buddhas, Buddhas,
The Bamiyan Buddhas,
O Talibans
In turbans, loose shirts and pyjamas!
XII
Is this the India
Where the female babies are neglected,
Daughters are subjugated to poverty and impoverishment?
XII
My daughter,
What is it in your fate,
That I don't know it?
XIII
I shall not stay here,
Come that someday.

One day I shall not remain here,
Shall have to go away.

My life is short, very short
That I know it.
XIV
I am not what see you,
Call you,
Shall mingle with clay and dust one day,
Turning into coals and ashes.

I do not exist.

The clay's body will return to clay,
Clay and dust
And it's all
That I want to say to you.