Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

I do not fear even my baap,
Indian rustic father,
But them
So much
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Rather than being poets and critics by others,
They themselves are calling
Poets and critics,
I mean their certificates
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The Partition of the sub-continent
Into India and Pakistan
Was a blunder
To divide it across
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I fear
The spring
May fall silent.
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Singer of heart,
Go you singing
The songs!
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There is nothing as Indian English
Or Indian English poetry,
Actually, in the past
Closer to the British
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At your first glance,
Yea, at your first glance,
Since,
Since the day i saw you,
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Stephen Gill, sitting from Canada,
You thinking about India,
Your home
In the undivided Punjab
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In search of life and its meaning,
Where have I come to,
Is poetry the criticism of life,
Poetry for poetry's sake
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Kalbaisakhi,
Kaal in the Indian month of Baisakh,
Ay, doom, kaal in Baisakh,
Where do you come from, sir,
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