Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The midnight is Mother Kali,
The time to worship Her,
Call and invoke Her,
The Mother Supernatural and Nocturnal
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Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass just like
The Tennyson of In Memoriam,
Plucking the blade of grass and piping
As did he Tennyson
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The urn of my mother,
The unburnt navel and the ashes of hers,
Just a handful of
Put into the little earthen pitcher-like
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That I do not want to say,
I love you,
But it gets said to,
The tongue slips and it gets out,
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Poetry is not poetry, but ornithology,
A bird eye-view,
See the birds flying and derive from,
The kingfisher smoky and glistening
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Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet of silence,
The morning sea of silence
Breaking into ripples of music,
Th lotus blooming
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It was beauty, a beauty to see her,
A girl so budding and teenaged
And so beautiful,
So beautifully lean and thin,
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Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla as a poet is
But a writer of dramatic monologues,
Not the soliloquies,
Verbose and bombastic
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When said she to me, I love you,
Exactly from that,
Changed it the heart of mine,
Now find I not any interest in any work
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A cup of coffee and a loveful talk
Just want I, blonde,
Your golden face glistening,
Beauty apparent,
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