Bijay Kant Dubey Death Poems

All happening under the overhang of crags,
Fierce bird-mating
Of the monal brown grey birds,
The male shot at
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How will be it, my death?
I just think about.

Can you say it, friend?

Only one thing that I know it is this that
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Wept he by the pyre that he would never marry in his life
Just like Bhishma Pitamaha
Though he was not,
A married man,
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What sort of judges are they who consider blasphemy
Punishable with death,
Those who do blasphemy
Are the reasonable sons of God?
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When she had been alive,
She used to work
From dawn to dusk
Just as a beast of burden,
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After the death of his wife
Took he the oath
That he would never,
Wept he bitterly
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Death will come
And you cannot avert and avoid the reality,
The bare and bitter truth
Refusing to accept,
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Death, my death, you talk to me,
What it in my lot,
In my destiny,
Death, my death?
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O God, how long will You keep
Watching like a mute spectator,
When the war come to a stop,
When will shelling and bombardment
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The Ukrainian Crisis

Who will douse the fire flames
In Ukraine,
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My death, you come to
And sit by me
And talk to me
As I have not held dialogues
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O death, you come
And talk to me
As have not I held
Any parleys with you,
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Where does man go after death,
Friend, can you say,
Say it
Where does,
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O Guatemalan girl,
What your name,
What your tongue,
Why did you cross the borders
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A poem of exit,
Exiting
From this world
To enter into
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Death,
Why are you so cruel?
Death,
Are you the end of all?
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Whenever sit I in an Indian train,
I bow my head before God
As for boarding it
And taking safely
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Keki N.Daruwalla
Is a poet of tragedy,
Death and disease,
Accident and death,
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The death of poetry,
How does it die,
What to get it from
Commonplace sentimentalism and sensitivity?
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Rather than going slowly
In the post-corona phase,
We acted it hastily
As for business and commerce
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For politics,
Diplomacy,
Selfishness,
Vested interests,
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After death, where does the spirit pass away,
Can one say it,
Where does the soul transmigrate,
Where does the spirit,
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O Palar river, Vellore, tell me about the deaths
Away from home,
Far and far away
Of the ones moving in search of life
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