Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

3241. What Is Poetry To Jayanta Mahapatra? 11/22/2015
3242. Is Poetry All? Science Nothing? (The Dichotomy Between Science & Poetry) 11/22/2015
3243. Sahasralinga (One Thousand Lingas) By The Shalmala River Of Sirsi, Karnataka 11/23/2015
3244. God, Save Me, Save Me From Indian Wordsworth, Indian Keats, Indian Shelley 11/23/2015
3245. My Hindustani English, Understand You, Said I In The Class/ My English Is But Indian English Whatever Say You About That I'm An Englishman, Not An Indiaman 11/23/2015
3246. Tum Bahut Khubshurat Ho/ You Are Very Beautiful 11/24/2015
3247. Chand-Shaa Chehera, Chandni-Shee Hansi, Kya Batayun? 11/24/2015
3248. Chand-Shaa Chehera, Chandni-Shee Hansi, Kya Batayun? / Moon-Like Face, Moonlight-Like Smiles, What To Say? 11/24/2015
3249. Goggleswalli, Bahut Jani-Pahchani Lagatin Hain, Apnaa Naam To Bataa? / Goggleswalli, Look You Known So Known, Tell Me Your Name? 11/24/2015
3250. Rajanigandha, Will You Be My Love? (To Rajanigandha, The Dream-Flower) 11/24/2015
3251. Rajanigandha (Nightly-Scented Blooms) 11/25/2015
3252. Dudhwalla Bhi Minister, Milkman Too A Minister 11/25/2015
3253. Poet, Poet, Poet, Poet And Poet, Poet And Poet, Poet And Poetry, Poet And Poetry 11/25/2015
3254. A Red-Rose Like Love 11/25/2015
3255. Aapki Bheegi Palken/ Your Wet Eye-Lashes 11/25/2015
3256. Chandramukhi 11/25/2015
3257. Kavita Jindal 11/25/2015
3258. The Refugee 11/25/2015
3259. Yare Pagla, India Had Never Been Intolerant As Think You 11/25/2015
3260. India Is Not Intolerant, Perhaps You Are 11/25/2015
3261. A Seminar Report/I Went To The Conference To See The Bobby, Julie, Daisy 11/26/2015
3262. Dignity Of Labour 11/26/2015
3263. My Wife Is A Chairman, A Chairman, O, Mendicant, See You, See & Say Something! , The Labour-Class Rustic And Idle-Seeking Communist Leader Saying, See You My Palm & Say You 11/26/2015
3264. You Are My Life, Radha, Radha-Radha-Radha, Take I The Name 11/26/2015
3265. Whose Labour Has Crystallized Into The Terracotta Temples? 11/27/2015
3266. We Are But Workers, Laourers 11/27/2015
3267. What Did You? What Did You Making Her A Refugee? 11/27/2015
3268. In My Refugee Heart There Is A Place For You, O Refugee Girl! 11/27/2015
3269. On World Labour Day 11/27/2015
3270. The Pains Of Being A Refugee 11/27/2015
3271. Those Who Labour, Work As Menial Workers They Too Are Men 11/27/2015
3272. A Fanatic's Son You Cannot Change, Even Th Education From Oxford And Cambridge 11/27/2015
3273. The Seminar Organizer Just Call Me To Say That He Too Is A Poet 11/27/2015
3274. Where Will Alcoholism Lead To I Just Think? Alcohols Life For The Alcoholics 11/28/2015
3275. Humanism Is The Greatest Of All Religions 11/28/2015
3276. Ek Piyakkad She Mulaakat/ Meeting With A Drunkard 11/28/2015
3277. Bollywood Is But A Duplicate Hollywood 11/3/2015
3278. A Portrait Of Poets 11/4/2015
3279. The Blackly-Veiled Beauty, Miss Burkhwalli, I Love You, I Love You 11/4/2015
3280. Fakru Mian, How Are You, Sir? Thank You, Thank You, Said He, Good Boy 11/4/2015

Comments about Bijay Kant Dubey

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/13/2014 11:35:00 PM)

    Prof M.K.Naik To Bijay Kant Dubey

    Dear Dr.Dubey,
    Thank you very much for the copy of 'Research Method' etc. It should prove helpful to any young researcher. I however wish you had been more discriminating in the choice of poets. In your pages too many versifiers seem to jostle against a few genuine poets! You could organize your argument in a more systematic manner.
    Best Wishes!

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  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/10/2014 12:13:00 AM)

    Is 'The Ferryman' your only work? You seem to be a Canto writer of some sort. Your poem is an endless song, and as a poet you seem to possess more spiritual cravings and ideal longings than your chronological age justifies. A person with more maturity and wisdom. I am happy. Your leanings towards Siva I appreciate as an older man. In fact I recite at morn, noon and evening Siva Parvathy Dwadasa slokam by Sri Shankaracharya, and also once daily Sivapanchakam. In your concept of yourself as a traveller and life as a travel in searching the Almighty, I agree with you. As we travel, we see the beauty of His creation, its diversity, the whole panorama of good and evil, hardship and happiness, wealth and poverty. Man and his karma on his road to God. Let us sing of life in its richness (not in the rich poor sense) and variety, and let that philosophy of yours comprise the whole panorama that is life.
    - - R.Rabiondranath Menon, Retd. IAS, (12.1.1996)

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/9/2014 11:24:00 PM)

    Khushwant Singh To Me

    I went through your light verses and enjoyed them largely. They saved my sagging spirits and brought a smile on my face. I haven't smiled for a long time.
    Khushwant Singh
    (1 Oct.2004)

    Prof.M.K.Naik for Murkhamantri (The Joker Minister)

    Dear Dr. Dubey,
    Thank you for the poem. Successful satirical verse avoids conventionalities and is pointed, incisive and imaginative. You may do some observation in the light of this.
    - - -M.N.Naik (27/12)

    It is really kind of you to send me your book, How Far Indian is Indian English Poetry, which I look forward to read in the days ahead.
    I am sure there will be much for me to learn and enjoy from your book. I am so sorry I am ignorant of critical writing.
    - - -Jayanta Mahapatra (August 13,2001)

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/8/2014 9:24:00 AM)

    I received your courier mail containing the paper Contemporary Indian English Poetry: Latest Entries. It is wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful. You have done a wonderful job which none has accomplished in India. I am amazed to see the material in such an extent covering almost everything about English poetry in India. You know so much about it and so many poets. You are really a storehouse of information. There is none of your talent which I had not been aware of. I do not think anybody has written about so much in India. Perhaps no Indian poet has written so much whom I know him. How do you gather the information? It is amazing to me to see it full. Though ill, it took almost two hours to complete my study of twelve pages. I am still on my bed and am reading it in a lying state. There is nothing left in it about English poetry in India. The paper is unprecedented, unparalleled, never written, never attempted. Perhaps your house is a library which you live in and you write from there. I have no words, no words to praise you. Congratulations. I congratulate you on writing such an original paper. I have no word, no word to say. It will be important not for Bridge-in-Making only, but for all the writers engaged in writing in English in India. I could not even change even a letter or a word as it has been composed and compiled.
    - - -Pronab Kumar Majumder, Retd. Special Secretary, Lake Town, Kolkata (8.10.14)

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Ron Wimberly (3/1/2014 11:07:00 AM)

    It's about the essence! (The quality of essence) life is not about Quanity production as taught!
    It's your DNA unwind being quality of essence each!
    Your work makes me want to contribute. Hoka Hea
    Your flows make synaspse-a-coalition

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 ...

Read the full of The Dark Daughter

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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