Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Your are so beautiful, so beautiful
That I do not have the words
To appreciate and admire you,
A rajanigandha
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I do not say about all,
But many of the buff-masters
I see them as varsity teachers
In India,
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Thomas Hardy, the mayor of Casterbridge is none
But you,
Who married again at the age of seventy plus,
A girl younger than
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What is poetry? Poetry is Light, Light Divine,
Seen by the sadhakas,
Saint-singers,
The seekers after Truth.
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In my poetry make I the images of Kali,
Kali pitch-dark,
Kali nocturnal and supernatural,
Kali of the sadhakas and the shamshanas,
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With a rudraksha rosary into the hands of his,
The devotee sitting under the shade of the temple
Near the pillars of it,
Lost in meditation,
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Pingla, Pingla,
What, what have you done so that the king has turned into a renouncer
Leaving the reign of royalty,
The palace and the assets,
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It is just merely the mockery of fate which see you
That I am saying sir to you
Otherwise you would have me
And I would have been your boss
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In a cottage, bamboo-pillared and open, like a square
With half the portion for the cattle,
I mean the cows and the buffaloes
And half the portion for me
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When I see them and their poetic stance,
I think within,
What a fate have I got,
Just for being self-published,
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