Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

God, save me, save me from the poets,
Indian English poets and poetesses,
Calling themselves Wyatt, Spenser, Chaucer,
Shakespeare, Milton, Donne, Marvell,
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Where there is a voice for peace,
A ceasefire
From the warfare,
Heavy bombardment and shelling
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An Indian girl wanting to look like a foreigner
Has cut her hair short
To be bobby-cut
And has browned the hair
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The cinema halls
With the walkies-talkie photos
Of coloured and painted men and women
Depicted as heroes and heroines
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Poet, poet, poet, God, where are You,
Are you listening to me,
O, God,
My God,
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The dark daughter
Dark you, dark the world,
Dark the Creation,
Where to go?
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Without dipping the nib
Into the ink-pot,
Struggling to publish,
Doing the proof-reading,
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I am a man,
I need your sympathy, your affection
The most,
Nothing else
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Who am I,
What my name,
Where my home?
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The poets are coming,
Let me hide behind
To escape them,
The literati,
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