Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

1. Say, Do You Love Me? 8/6/2013
2. I Am Not A Modn, Modnist Or Post-Modn 8/6/2013
3. Sylvia Plath 8/6/2013
4. The Small Girl You Are Taking Away As A Bride 8/6/2013
5. Villain 8/6/2013
6. The Rural Beloved Asking, Why Does He Read? 8/6/2013
7. Shakespeare, Keep Us Not In The Dark 8/6/2013
8. I Saw Them (The Bamiyan Buddhas) 8/6/2013
9. Don’t Say It, I Love You, As Hate I Those, Who Say It, I Love You So Cheaply (Do Not Show The False Dreams Of Love) 8/6/2013
10. Maya 8/6/2013
11. Breaking News, Break It Not 8/6/2013
12. A Poet Of Bleeding Heart & Broken Self 8/6/2013
13. Kalpurusha 8/6/2013
14. Your Genius 8/6/2013
15. Your Innocence And Ignorance 8/6/2013
16. God Has Given 8/6/2013
17. My Communist Clerk 8/6/2013
18. I Am A Man Of Heart 8/6/2013
19. The Bearman 8/6/2013
20. None But I Myself 8/6/2013
21. Luring Him… 8/6/2013
22. Had I Been … 8/6/2013
23. The Cuckoo 8/6/2013
24. I Feel Sorry 8/6/2013
25. I Do Not Understand 8/6/2013
26. My English 8/6/2013
27. Style 8/6/2013
28. One Day 8/6/2013
29. The Blackboard 8/6/2013
30. The Daughters Of Maya 8/6/2013
31. i See The Flowers 8/6/2013
32. Withdrawn From The World 8/6/2013
33. You Wept 8/6/2013
34. The Memsaheb Of My Bungalow 8/6/2013
35. The Girl In The Jeans Pants With A Mobile Heralding The Modern Age 8/6/2013
36. Topiwallah 8/6/2013
37. The New University And Its Men 8/6/2013
38. The Poet 8/6/2013
39. O, Where Do You Lie In, Playing The Been, In Which Deep Forest? 8/6/2013
40. My Countrified Love, The News Of Your Sudden Wedding 8/6/2013
Best Poem of Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Daughter

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
Dark you, dark the world, the tales of Creation,
Dark, dark is Kali,
Not only you.

Dark daughter, you not only dark,
Dark the world and the tales of it,
Dark the Creation
And the tales of it,
The Light coming out from the Womb of Darkness
And shining upon.

Dark daughter, dark you not,
Dark the Creation and the tales of it
Shrouded in myths and mysteries
And miracles flashing upon
To dawn.

Dark dark, dark ...

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia, you the darling daughter of your daddy,
So much attached to and affectionate,
Lovely and emotionally alive,
Nervous and sentimental,
Ted Hughes, you could not feel it.

But the talent seemed to be beaming with
And breaking forth,
Dispelling all that was dark in consciousness

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