Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The urn of my mother,
The unburnt navel and the ashes of hers,
Just a handful of
Put into the little earthen pitcher-like
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What is poetry? What are you writing now?
Poetry is poetry,
What take you for,
What am I,
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That I do not want to say,
I love you,
But it gets said to,
The tongue slips and it gets out,
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They say it,
Poetry declined with the faith on the wane,
Raked by doubts and inner conflicts,
The tension between faith and doubt,
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The world draped in snow,
Snowflakes falling around,
There is chill in the air,
But the flowers in full bloom,
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Religious madness is a type of disease
From which many lie suffering from,
Religiously mad and abnormal,
Cannot bear the other people,
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Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet of silence,
The morning sea of silence
Breaking into ripples of music,
Th lotus blooming
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Today's story of Indian English poetry
Is different
As the blondes and beauties
Making a way
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You just call me
Michael Jackson
And see the magic
Of spelling the name,
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Say you, love me, love me,
You love me,
Just love me,
O, say you, say you
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