Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

601. She Is Sobbing And In Tears And You Doing Ta-Ta, Bye-Bye 10/25/2013
602. The Poets Are Coming, Let Me Escape, My God, I Mean The Mad House People 10/25/2013
603. You Are Yourself A Red Rose 10/25/2013
604. Burquawalli, Couldn'T You Recognize Me? 10/25/2013
605. Suppose That If I Have To Do Quawwalli In My Lungi In Cold Countries 10/25/2013
606. Today's Is A World Of Rhymers & Poetasters Writing Rhymed Doggerels 10/26/2013
607. I Am Bijay Kant Dubey 10/26/2013
608. My Son, You Always Keep A Low Profile (Poetry Not In Draws And Awards) 10/26/2013
609. Do You Have Anytime To Think Of Your Sister? You Give To Her 10/27/2013
610. Read The Book Of My Life (The Autobiography Of A Burquawalli) 10/29/2013
611. An India Of The Mud-Houses And The Solitary Country 10/12/2013
612. O Fox, Are You Left Alone When All Have Gone Extinct! 11/1/2013
613. Without Praying To The Dark Goddess 11/2/2013
614. The Dark Goddess 11/2/2013
615. Poetry In Stone 11/3/2013
616. That Mad Girl 11/3/2013
617. Poetry As Sculptures In Love 11/4/2013
618. In Touching You 11/4/2013
619. Why Not To Rock-Built Temples As The Specimens Of Art? 11/4/2013
620. Your God-Gifted Face 11/4/2013
621. An Artist Of Yours 11/4/2013
622. Without An American Heart 11/4/2013
623. A Lover Of Your God-Gifted Face 11/4/2013
624. At Your First Sight 11/4/2013
625. They Were Drunk 11/6/2013
626. After Writing Thousands Of Poems 11/7/2013
627. The Daru Bottles Filled With Water Just For Enactment 11/7/2013
628. You Are So Beautiful To Look At 11/7/2013
629. You Sit Before, Let Me See You 11/7/2013
630. Beloved, Let Me See You 11/7/2013
631. Buddha And Buddhism/ Buddha Statues 11/7/2013
632. In Love, Forget Not Them 11/7/2013
633. Under The Sweetly-Scented Kaamini Plant Tree 11/10/2013
634. Mother's Love, Sisiter's Love And Brother's Love... 11/10/2013
635. Mother's Love, Sister's Love And Brother's Love... 11/10/2013
636. Unclothe The Beauty And Photograph Her, Is This Your Modern Culture? 11/10/2013
637. You Asked Me And I Could Not Say 11/10/2013
638. The Palmist Of The Rustic Love 11/10/2013
639. A Poet After Posting On The Internet 11/10/2013
640. The World Has Greatest Fears From The Fanantics 11/10/2013
Best Poem of Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Daughter

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
Dark you, dark the world, the tales of Creation,
Dark, dark is Kali,
Not only you.

Dark daughter, you not only dark,
Dark the world and the tales of it,
Dark the Creation
And the tales of it,
The Light coming out from the Womb of Darkness
And shining upon.

Dark daughter, dark you not,
Dark the Creation and the tales of it
Shrouded in myths and mysteries
And miracles flashing upon
To dawn.

Dark dark, dark ...

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia, you the darling daughter of your daddy,
So much attached to and affectionate,
Lovely and emotionally alive,
Nervous and sentimental,
Ted Hughes, you could not feel it.

But the talent seemed to be beaming with
And breaking forth,
Dispelling all that was dark in consciousness

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