Bijay Kant Dubey City Poems

A modern city girl
Calling herself
A Sufiana Indian English poetess,
A Muslim Radha burning
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Sire, your French-cut beards
Though not from France,
But reared in an Indian saloon of that type
Is marvellous, excellent,
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City-life of
The morning walkers
And the evening walkers
And they walking and walking
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The streets full of and packed with,
Traffic jams halting the pace for a break
And life coming to a stop,
Breath seeking for space,
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Bombay is not what it had been in the past,
A small bristling town to a mega city,
The journey from,
But today everything sells there.
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We in the Jurassic Park
Viewing fossils,
Robots giving us the roadmap,
The children park
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I see the city
And think,
When does it sleep,
When does it awake?
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Metro City,
Metro City,
This is Metro City
Of the underground metro rails,
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Film City
Of filmy guys and fellows
Talking of films and film-making,
Models and modelling,
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Mayapur

Mayapur,
Yaha Mayapur hai,
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Metro City,
This is Metro City,
Metro Railway,
Underground Railway Station City
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Where Bisnaga, Victory City,
Pampa Kampana,
How her grief after mother's death,
How the powers given to by Parvati
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City after city lies it shelled,
Devastated and destroyed,
Kharkiv,
Kiev,
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The jury is right,
I mean the judges
In rescinding
The award,
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Written as choruses, stanzas
New Mexico Blues
Is a book of verse
Conversational, prosaic
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A city-girl as a poetess,
A modern poetess,
Modern not, but ultra-modern and contemporary
And contemporary too not,
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