Bijay Kant Dubey


What Is Indian Englsih Poetry? (From A Religious Perspective)


What is poetry?
Poetry is Indianness, the theme of Indianness
In the process of Indianization,
Full of Indiannism, Indian words and vocabulary.

A religious exercise, discourse is it,
Scriptural and referential,
Inclusive of Indology and Orientalism
And Asiatic researches.

A study of the sacred Vedas, the Upanishadas and the Puranas,
The Ramayana and the Mahabharata,
The Bhagavadgita,
The Durgasaptasati, is it.

Hindu gods and heroes,
Hindu gods and goddesses,
With the images and pictures
Of Kali, Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati,
Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwara,
Ganesha and Kartikeya, abound in.

Submitted: Saturday, October 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013


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