Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Bhagabati's beautiful eyes
Curving
Want I to chisel
In my poetry.
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Which way to take to
If the ways are closed
To you
Which way to tread on
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Under the tirnaga
Gathered we
In rows,
Stood they up,
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Night of The Scorpion an Indian poem about an Indian scene, context and reference full of Indian crowds and vilalgerly neighbours, all and sundry.
The poet's mother stung by a scorpion lying unconscious, writhing in pain, twisting and twisting at the centre.
The dragon after having bitten, stung fled from the site of action, perhaps lying hidden somewhere for a possible backlash under a knapsack of jute driven to after hours of steady brain and it seeking shelter in.
The villagers coming in swarms or droves with the oily lanterns into their hands and the shadows cast around while coming and going lying talking about and submissive and prayerful.
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Poetry of life,
Poetry of earth
Is only important
And none the else,
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The scavenger women
Going
With
The carrier
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