Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Try to search it, try to find it
That she is also a mother,
Mom, mum, mummy
Around her neck
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The beauty and mystery of the woods as such that I cannot tell you
Overlooking the bridge
In between
Hanging on,
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On seeing her for the first time,
I got bowled over
On seeing her,
So charming and attractive,
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Gitanjali is a book of classical love poetry
And Tagore here trying to compile classically,
Seconded by the joys and sorrows of life,
Already felt, experienced and seen,
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How fast, strange and hued looks it
Our carpenter bird,
I mean the woodpecker
With a cown overhead
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He is an idle-sitting man,
Has no work to do,
So does he politics.
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Ask her not to do purdah from me
As I am her lover,
A quawwal to do a quawwali for her,
A lover of hers am I,
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Be a karmayogi,
Your karma is your dharma.
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His costume stitched, embroidered and sewn,
The painter's painting of your portrait
Or the photos taken from a camera
And the gardener decorating with flowers
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O newborn babe, your mom is a careerist, a stylist,
A heroine mom,
A European mom, not an Asiatic one,
Ask for not milk!
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