Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

I smile on seeing the Indian professors
Teaching English
As like I not them
And their native teaching,
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If you hear to him
Delivering,
It will seem to
He is not in English,
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I do not know about modern taste and temperament,
But in reality
They are not poets and poetesses,
But the shallow and hollow modern urban men
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Look, how beautiful am I,
I am a bobby-cut Indian English poetess,
A city-girl, a town-girl
Hi-fi and good-looking,
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My God, make me,
Make me the John Dryden, Alexander Pope of India,
The husband of the Burquawalli, the Ghumtawalli, the Purdahwalli Bibi,
My God, make me,
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A fashionista,
A socialite
Asked me to kiss her
To say it to her,
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Radha,
You are Radha,
Radha,
Radha, radha,
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The woman pleading
In the court
As a lawyer, an advocate,
A pleader
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A lonely woman,
How lonely
And alone!
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With the mobile phone set
And the wires plugged into
The ears,
The music director is passing,
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