Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

None but I myself calling myself a poet,
None but I,
I praising you
And you me.
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O Time, stop you
Going on the horse-back
Saddled,
Rein you in the horse
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The dance of the Santhal girls,
It still dances before the eyes,
The troupe coming and dancing
Into the forests deep,
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Is it modernity,
Contemporaneity
To see the beauty
In bras, panties and nightwears?
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I am a classicist by temperament
And my poetry a study in classicism
The golden ears and sheaves of the wheat glistening
Under the sun rays
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The poets are mad, mad men,
The very, very mad people
And the critics
The attendants of the mad men
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The wooden been music
The snake charmer playing
And the melodies breaking,
Haunting
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My friend, how are you
And with this the Alsatian dog
Ogling, growling,
Barking
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Folksy poetry,
War poetry,
Lyrical poetry,
Elegiac poetry,
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Buddha smiling,
Beaming with joy,
Radiating with sunlight
And the sunbeams falling upon
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