Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

3161. The Communists Are The Most Dirty Men, Most Third Class Men 10/28/2015
3162. Bihar Of Thieves And Goons 10/28/2015
3163. I Am Here To Kiss The Beauty With The Headscarf Be She Purdahwalli Or Ghumtawalli 10/29/2015
3164. Ek Ladki Ko Dekh Mujhe Kucch Eisa Lagaa/After Marking A Girl Smiling Seemed It As Such 10/29/2015
3165. The Third-Classers Say It They Were First-Classers/ People Generally Look Back It Not What They Were In The Beginning 10/30/2015
3166. World Food Problem/ Poverty, Food, Malnutrition, Talk I, How To Get Rid Of? The Hunger Of The Belly, Clothes To Wear And The Shelter To Get From Heat & Rains? 10/30/2015
3167. Saudi Arabia Cannot Be The Model For India 10/30/2015
3168. Mian Saheb, Your Daughter Khatun Is Very Beautiful 10/30/2015
3169. Communism Is A Paradise For Comrades & Cadres, Not The Common Men 10/31/2015
3170. Those Who Are Fanatics Will Remain Fanatics, Those Who Are Fundamentalists Will Remain Fundamentalists, You Cannot Change 10/31/2015
3171. For The Rohingya Muslims/ Rohinga Minorities From The Western State Of Rakhine Cannot Change They Themselves Instead Of Disturbing The Burmese 10/31/2015
3172. Rohingya Minority Of Burma, Too Much Of Religious Madness Is Not Good, Couldn't You Adjust With The Buddhists? Is Religion All? Religious Blindness? 10/31/2015
3173. I Did Not Ask Him. But Said He Instead, I Am A Muhammedan, I Am A Muhammedan 10/31/2015
3174. Terrorist, Whose Son Are You, Who Your Mother, Who Your Father? 11/1/2015
3175. H.S.Bhatia As A Poet: Social Realism In His Poetry 11/1/2015
3176. Tiger 11/1/2015
3177. The Girls From The Northeast, Why Do You Not Choose Them As The Heroines? / In Search Of A New Heroine 11/1/2015
3178. Bollywood Is But A Duplicate Hollywood 11/3/2015
3179. A Portrait Of Poets 11/4/2015
3180. The Blackly-Veiled Beauty, Miss Burkhwalli, I Love You, I Love You 11/4/2015
3181. Fakru Mian, How Are You, Sir? Thank You, Thank You, Said He, Good Boy 11/4/2015
3182. Have I Heard So Much About Miangiri, Hindugiri And Christiangiri, Now Leave You The, Let Me Be In Peace 11/5/2015
3183. Arundhati Roy, Medha Patekar And Mira Nair 11/6/2015
3184. India Of The Indians, Neither Of The Mias Nor The Hindus, Leaving No Scope For Extra Hindugiri Or Miangiri 11/6/2015
3185. A Rustic Speaking English, An Indian As Master Saheb 11/8/2015
3186. Tolerant Or Intolerant, Where The Muslims Are In A Majority, Are They Tolerant? , Is A Fact Never To Be Sidetracked 11/8/2015
3187. The Politics Of Arundhati Roy 11/8/2015
3188. Arundhati Is For Awards, Only Awards And Nothing More, I Mean Arundhati Roy 11/8/2015
3189. The Politics Of Medha Patekar 11/8/2015
3190. J.P's Black-Mouthed Hanumans 11/8/2015
3191. Had Turkey And Egypt Been Developmental And Progressive, They Could Have Been At Par With European Nations 11/8/2015
3192. Jnu Campus And Complex Is Premnagari 11/8/2015
3193. Irfan Habib's Playing Of The Secular Cards We Like It Not, When Was India Not? 11/8/2015
3194. Bihar Mein Gayacharanrewalli, Bakriwalli, Bhendawalla, Bhainsawalla Sab Neta/ In Bihar 11/8/2015
3195. The Bjp Failed In Bihar For Casual Sattements 11/8/2015
3196. They Did It The Beef Talk, Nothing But Beef And I Heard It, Bore With Somewhere 11/8/2015
3197. Who Are Secular? But The Pro-Muslims And Anti-Hindus? Not Even Modi Is Secular, I Accept It 11/8/2015
3198. Bangladesh Is Now-A-Days Giving Free Hands To Fundamentalists And Fanatics 11/8/2015
3199. Those Who The Students Burning Into The Streets Are Now The Leaders Of Bihar 11/8/2015
3200. Janatadalli Log (With Ref. To Bihar) /Janatadali People 11/8/2015
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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Say, Do You Love Me?

Say, do you love me, love me,
Said she in tears,
Wiping them with one hand
And eye-lashes wet with, splashed with tears,
Saw I them slowly and sadly.

Say, do you love me, love me,
Asked she tearfully
And I could not,

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