Bijay Kant Dubey Child Poems

India's Poor Girl Child

Bharat Ki Garib Bitia Dukhon Mein mushkurate Hui
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The girl child,
The poor girl child of India
Dwelling in villages
I write about.
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The poor girl-child of India
Describe and delineate I,
She taking stale food
And the left-overs
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Girl-child, are you born with a poor lot of yours,
The family taking you as a burden,
A debt,
Right from your birth,
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Save the girl child,
The poor girl child India,
Poor and underdeveloped,
Underdeveloped and neglected
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Save the poor girl child of India,
Do not sell them,
Save them, save them
From being the load of a patriarchal society,
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UNESCO's girl child,
How to save it?
Poor and neglected,
Half-fed and half-clothed?
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India's poor girl child, how to present her,
Portray and paint her,
A girl so poor and ignored
Down the ages?
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Lucy, my child,
A girl so simple, so sweet,
Living her life,
Passing by the time,
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The poor daughter of India
I see her sweeping the floor of the courtyard at daybreak
Into the hamlet homes,
Throwing the ashes from the earthen oven
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Bhagjogini, my small daughter, where are you,
A countryside goril,
Brorn and brought in the villages
Of far flung hamlets and thorps,
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I search the lost child
In me,
The lost child
And its innocence, ignorance.
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The gipsy woman
With the poor
And humble gipsy girl-child,
I saw her
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When the fields were tilled
And furrowed,
Potatoes were collected
As far as possible, I saw
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Shyama Kali


None told me,
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You are my life, Radha,
You, you, my life, Radha,
Without seeing you,
How to live?
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Jarwa mother and child,
Dark mother and dark child
Telling the tales
Of the Andamans,
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When a child
While going to school
Without any desire of going to,
I used to meet the scavenger women
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When a child
People used to tell,
The folks and their whispers about
Hidden treasures
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About the ghosts and goblins,
Spectres and spirits following,
Shadows
As the places were lonely and manless
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Child Krishna is sitting before
And he writing
Krishnite poetry
So full of devotion and love.
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Friend, say you it not,
God gives it all,
He is Father of all,
Just by assigning it all to Him,
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The poor child
Playing with dust
Oblivious of it all,
Living in the shanty,
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When a small child,
My brothers and I used to run
After the ratha
Willing to pull the rope of the chariot
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The poor child of the poor country
Half-fed and half-fed for ever
Crying for stale bread and molasses
From his mother obstinately
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Rustic Maid, grew you up
In the rustic villages,
I mean the thorps and hamlets of Poor India
Where reigned it
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Even a child can teach you if you want to learn from him
as the purity of heart is something different from
And it is not in the books,
One's innocence and ignorance
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It was a rare occasion to see the lion crossing the road
Near the hill
And the bus driver switched off
And again started it when the lion slowly crossed over
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The planners planned they, the strategists
Gave they their strategies,
But the problem lay it with mothers
And fathers looking after,
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The child asked it,
What will it happen after that,
Mother
With so much curiosity?
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Is a child's poet
Full of wonder and amazement,
A story draped in innocence and ignorance.
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Ek baccha
Ke upar
Dusra baccha
Jansankhya badhao.
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India's poor girl child,
How to tell your tale,
A tale of poverty and poor conditions,
Living under impoverished circumstances?
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Whom to save
The child or the mother in pain
At risk of life,
Say you the lawmaker,
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You let me in,
A small Kartikeya in dream
Calling.
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Dark daughter,
In the world dark
And wide,
How,
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Near the steps of the post-office counter,
Shaded from,
Saw I the poor gipsy woman
With the poor gipsy girl child,
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He is producing one child after another
And saying,
God is giving,
The Giver of it,
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Mother Parvati with
A small child Ganesha into the hands of
Hers
Sitting with
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Ram Krishna Singh
Spiritually
A sick child
Sexo-maniac and bodily,
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The child bride is going
And the twilight falling upon her face,
The small girl as a bride going
With tears into the eyes
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