Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The house
Which I have
With so much of labour and sweating
Is not mine,
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My son not my own
Which but I am not sure of it
Whether he will foo to me
In my old age
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My son
Who cannot be called good
Will one day
Turn me out
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The art of the satirist
In satire,
The art of satire
In pursuance to
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In the absence of an English wife,
How to say,
I know correct English?
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On coming across Burquawalli,
I found love into the eyes of hers,
Attraction in her heart,
Lusciousness in her lips.
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