Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

A rajanigandha she
I am feeling the sweet scent coming to me
All through the night.
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God, I had asked You for a red rose
As my sweetheart
But gave You not.
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Sometimes the memories and remembrances of the old house
Sadden me so much
With the memories of the past,
The days spent by and lived in their company,
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In a straw-thatched, bamboo-pillared cottage,
Open from all sides,
I used to live poorly
And used to pass my days
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When the words, my mother, come to the mouth,
The eyes wet with
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Who made the flowers in stone,
Chiselled and hewn out of the larger chunks
Or blocks of stone?
Poetry in stone,
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You take your glass of wine, but be not a drunkard,
See it that you have a family,
You have small daughter and son to attend to
And in loaded full,
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On seeing you drunkard, they are running out,
Your wife, son and daughter,
Make not please their life hell,
Just think, think you
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Burquawalli, wherever go you, I shall keep following you,
You are the song of my life,
My shy and coy mistress,
In the dark you going on a bullock-cart to your country home
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