Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

2841. Lighting The Lamp Of Love 12/30/2014
2842. Dalit Literature, Is It Political Or Sociological? 12/30/2014
2843. Is Poetry A Dying Art? Will It Die Away Soon? 12/30/2014
2844. Ganjaraja And His Associates/Ganjaraja With The Ganjeris Moving Aroud Him/ Gangeris And Their Vyom Bhole 12/28/2014
2845. Vatsyaynaa, Were You A Specialist Of Kaam-Vasana? 12/29/2014
2846. Vatsyayana, You Had No Book To Write, But Kamsuttra 12/29/2014
2847. My Typical Village 12/28/2014
2848. The Same Happy New Year & The Same Old Man, Who Says Happy To Whom? 12/30/2014
2849. The Green Earth Is Not The Priority, But All That Wrapped Up With False Modernity 12/30/2014
2850. They Are Thesis Examiners, I Am Not And This India, The Standard Of Education 12/31/2014
2851. Your Fragrance Will Tell It, Rajanigandha Or Belli Or Champa Or Seulis Or Cchadims? (In Search Of Shakuntala) 12/31/2014
2852. D.H.Lawrence As A Fictionist 12/31/2014
2853. Where Are You, Radha? (How To Live Without You?) 12/31/2014
2854. The Heroine Of Flesh And Blood The Atraction Of Lawrence 12/31/2014
2855. A Yogan, A Sadhvi In The Rudraksha Bracelets, Is It Your Heroine, Lawrence? Ts 12/31/2014
2856. As A Poet I Am But A Pessimist And Poetry My Pessimism 12/31/2014
2857. In Search Of Buddha And Buddhism 12/31/2014
2858. In Search Of Buddha And Buddhism- Ii 12/31/2014
2859. With A Sweet Kiss Of Your Star And Jasmine-Studded Hair, Let Me Say, Happy New Year To Youdded 12/31/2014
2860. Under The Midnight, They Keep Me Asking, Who Is The Lady With? 12/31/2014
2861. When Will My Dream Girl Come To? The Girl Of My Dreams 12/31/2014
2862. The Cobras, Hooded And Hissing 12/31/2014
2863. The Scent Of Blood 12/31/2014
2864. Not A Poet, But A Lover 12/31/2014
2865. My Poetry Is Not The Thing Of My Concern, But This Green Earth 12/31/2014
2866. I Do Not Want To See The Foreigner Girls; It Beats My Heart Badly 12/31/2014
2867. It Is Interesting To Talk About The Partition Literature, But Think About Those Who Suffered And Perished 1/1/2015
2868. I Shall Not Myself Stay Here, What To Say About My Poetry? 1/1/2015
2869. In The Theatre Of Life 1/1/2015
2870. The Scholar Never Says It That He Is A Scholar 1/1/2015
2871. A Black Bird Cuckoo 1/1/2015
2872. Sorry, I Could Not Say Myself A Poet 1/1/2015
2873. Kali, Shyama Kali 1/1/2015
2874. Where Are They? 1/1/2015
2875. Lawrence Again 1/1/2015
2876. Do You Love Me? , Asked I 1/1/2015
2877. A Golden And Glistening Love 1/1/2015
2878. Human Hunger 1/2/2015
2879. The Poor Gipsy Woman With The Poor Gipsy Girl Child 1/2/2015
2880. India Is In Reality Of The Thieves And Looters, Thugs And Dacoits 1/2/2015
Best Poem of Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Daughter

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
Dark you, dark the world, the tales of Creation,
Dark, dark is Kali,
Not only you.

Dark daughter, you not only dark,
Dark the world and the tales of it,
Dark the Creation
And the tales of it,
The Light coming out from the Womb of Darkness
And shining upon.

Dark daughter, dark you not,
Dark the Creation and the tales of it
Shrouded in myths and mysteries
And miracles flashing upon
To dawn.

Dark dark, dark ...

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia, you the darling daughter of your daddy,
So much attached to and affectionate,
Lovely and emotionally alive,
Nervous and sentimental,
Ted Hughes, you could not feel it.

But the talent seemed to be beaming with
And breaking forth,
Dispelling all that was dark in consciousness

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