Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

There is there the philosophy of life,
There is there the philosophy of love.
Dwarakanth H. Kabadi as a poet of love,
Love mundane, love cosmic,
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Do you love me,
Love me,
Just say to me,
Do you love, love me,
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Poetry as the mud houses thatched with straw,
Roofed with the bamboos,
I can see them making,
Striking the idea, getting at,
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Think of poetry as flowers,
Why can they be not,
Roses pink and red?
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The tantrica moving ahead to a lonely place of his
And the dog following him after,
Bhairava vahana.
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In the countryside or the township, there is none to wish you,
Happy new year,
Or to give a bouquet of flowers
Or the beloved to wait for earnestly
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Comrade, where were you born, sir,
May I know it?
“You won’t, won’t,
I was born in
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There were of course many good teachers of the English language
But they dared not use it
As for taking to be an alien language,
One can be a scholar of one’s own mother tongue,
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Her photograph is with me to be an artist
Though she is not with
But her photograph is with me
To be an artist
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