Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

O foreigner girl,
I know it not,
Where live you,
But the heart of mine
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I see them whispering
And talking in drunken capers,
Two fellows quite solitary
Under the canopy of conspiring skies.
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Where the coffee-house and its addas,
Where the coffee-house
And the sipping of that cup of coffee
And the eve-time gatherings
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It is greater to be a man
Than to be famous
As the world is in the dire need of good men
Who can bail out of crisis.
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I too used to love a girl
For whom my heart used to beat fast,
I too used to love a girl
For whom I used to wait so much earnestly,
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Who is whose judge, I don't know,
The man whom I look up to be a judge
Is not
Appears to be a simple lawyer
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It's a moonlit night,
The fair and full moon is shining overhead,
The moon orbs are glistening all around,
The silvery and milky white moonlight
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