Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

I do not find a flower to compare with,
Should I call her a rose,
A balsam
Or a poppy
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During the solar eclipse, I used to find the people talking
About the sun getting eclipsed,
The people consulting the Brahmins,
As they used to indicate it beforehand
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The mimic man as a mimic
Mimicking modern man and manners;
The poet learning the art of humour from jokers
As poetry is jokes, the jokes of life
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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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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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After having signed, I thinking within myself,
What sort of artist am I,
How have I been gifted with
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Under which tree is the Lord meditating,
Beaming with joy,
Radiating with halo and glory,
Under which peepul tree,
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As know you not that I here lie I a Brahmin,
A master of yours
Who does not take meat,
But you go on
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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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