Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The leftists are not the good people,
But are very bad people,
They say it something
And do it something.
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A communist is but a comrade,
A cadre,
A regimented cadre,
A levy-giving hardcore fellow,
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The leaders’ words the words of your mouth,
Speak not,
Keep the lips sealed
Otherwise face the wrath and ire,
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The palce I am standing on,
There would have burnt a body in the past
And the people would have wailed in deepest memory
In some historical past,
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The wintry sun dispelling the darkness and gloom
Shining upon the horizon,
The hamlets and thorps awaking and arising from
With thin wrappers over the body
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Murkhamantri as a representative of the Indian fools
Living in villages and towns,
Uncultured and illiterate, clumsy and blunt,
Sending him to assembly
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In the Murkhamantri's cabinet,
The barber, the carpenter, the oil pressure, the wine brewer,
The potter, the taxidermist, the drummer,
The blacksmith, the goldsmith, the weaver,
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Shall tell you the story
Of my life someday.
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The sun falling upon in the morning
And the sunflower glistening
Like a maiden sweet.
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Going from this station to that station,
From one train bogey to another,
Living like a gipsy,
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