Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Was to sacrifice, struggle and sacrifice in the poor destiny of yours,
Rattanbai “Rutti” Petit, the daughter of Sir Dinshaw Petit,
From whom sought he the hands of yours,
The flower of Bombay,
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Today we have many link roads and connect ways to cross over into
But there was a time,
When the British were taking the building work
And did they too in
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While passing through the road, I often come across the music directors,
I mean the panelist judges,
The court judges not, last benchers with night class B.Ls. promoting themselves not,
But the music directors,
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It is rumoured that you had a fascination for or had been attached to,
Which I allege it not,
Say it they
That they have seen it, observed it
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The black cat, the black cat jumping over the mud-built thorp house,
As black as the night, deep and dark night,
Representing the dark side of the Creation,
What it is dark will remain so,
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From the downs of the woody track and the wild
Came it upon the fox,
Coming in its gait
And with its appearance,
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It is often said that the policeman not of his father, I mean father,
Your father, my father, their father,
But father father,
Who keeps saying,
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How were those who made the temples not of lime stone and bricks,
But of rocks and stones,
Cutting the rocks and chiseling and designing,
Cutting the crag
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If you tour and travel across the countryside, you will come across
Strange and typical names doing the rounds,
Dhilahi, Lousey, Bhagjogini, Glow-Worm,
Kaari, Blackie, Gouri, Fair, Kajari, Slippery and Dark Green.
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I see the women at work,
Picking up bricks,
With the brick-load on the head
Going up,
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