Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Missionaries and their conversions
In the tribal belt
I saw it as a child,
The tribals being converted to
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On seeing you, I found you a red rose
Standing before me,
A red rose abloom, afresh
Dazzling with
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The poets are but bluff-masters
And to give bluffs
Their jobs
And their poetry
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Sometimes think I what has this life to me
And what have I to it,
I assess and evaluate it
When sit I leisurely
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Where do the Paglets live?
Do you know it?
Paglets live in the villages
Where hunger, depravity and starvation
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The beloveds and secret loves
Of the established publishers and the poets
Are the upcoming poetesses of today
As the beauty queens and glam girls
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The Ph.D. supervisor's stolen love
Too a Ph.D.
And it is not she who has written the thesis,
But her guru lover
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They had not thought that they would turn
Into the critics and reviewers
Of Indian English poetry overnight,
But they did turn into
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Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi, how lost am I here
In your sweet remembrance,
The memory of yours,
How many years have it slipped by,
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Hers is an American dream,
But mine is an Indian dream
As live I with an Indian wife,
Had I an American wife,
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