Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Kamala, all the time hear I complaining against your husband
And you after the things of your own
In a very confessional way,
Interpreting the sexual dreams of yours,
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An astrologer is but a counter, consulting the charts,
Pale sheets of papers
To foresee into
Your self and personality
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A singer of the unsung talent am I,
Contradicting you
That you are only talented
And there is none like you in the world.
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Hollywood is o.k., that know I,
But where did it come from Bollywood,
Which hate I most,
Again came it the broken word,
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Nagaraja’s daughter,
I mean Nagaraja and Nagin’s daughter,
Miss Cobra Princess,
Nagakanya have I married,
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The dark daughter, what do you know about her,
The pains behind the smiles of hers,
Outwardly dark-complexioned,
But inwardly working and toilsome,
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They ask me, Mr.Dubey, where have got from the art of humour
Humour, mockery, joke and laughter
But what to say to,
As I have from the clown, fool, rustic character,
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Rajgopal Parthasarathy thought he that England would be his home
And English the language of his home and usage,
But it happened it otherwise
And he returned back from foreign
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May I know it, sir, flitting the pages of your life to our astonishment
That you married,
Finding loves, strange meetings and altering them,
First, Clarissa Luard
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The harsh winter with the bleak hope
Lashing the houses with cold winds,
Hidden in mist, fog, chill and frost,
The sun struggling to come out
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