Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

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881.
Heroine Mom, Stylist Mom, European Mom

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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882.
My Love Is Like A Red Rose

My love a red rose, red-red rose
With the petals dew sprinkled
So fresh, so fine and fair,
Sweet and redolent
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883.
The Morning Time

The morning time changing into a dawnbreak
And the lotus petals unfolding
With the dews splashed over.
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884.
The Sobbing Girl And The Change In Heart

She was sobbing and sighing
And was asking terfully,
Do you love me, do love me?
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885.
Where Will You Find Nature's Beauty In My Poetry?

Had my poems been balsams, it would have been wonderful,
Had they been balsams,
Had they been poppies,
Calendulas.
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886.
A Poet Of Human Love

I am a poet of human heart
And go I singing the songs of human love,
Which it is in you, which it is in me,
A singer of human heart and human love am I,
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I see the modern girl
Doing, hi-hello,
Changing the voice,
Hello, hullo, hallow,
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I do not expect high from the Indians
As they never gave me a chance
To publish my poems
Instead of going through and knowing me.
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889.
Time's Haunted House As My Dwelling Taken On A Lease From

Time's Haunted House is the house of mine
I am dwelling in
Temporarily, for the time being
In Time's Haunted House mansion
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890.
A Modern Man

He is a modern,
A busy man,
Keeps he busy with.

Living in a metropolitan town,
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