Bijay Kant Dubey God Poems

Mother, mother, my mother,
My lovely mother,
My simple mother.
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God, God, save me, save me
From the mad people,
Pseudo-scholars and critics
Maddening it all,
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Poet, poet, poet, God, where are You,
Are you listening to me,
O, God,
My God,
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God, save me, save me from the poets,
Indian English poets and poetesses,
Calling themselves Wyatt, Spenser, Chaucer,
Shakespeare, Milton, Donne, Marvell,
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Gentleman,
You do not say it,
God gives, God gives,
God hasn't asked,
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God, save me, save me from Indian English poets,
Indian Milton, Shakespeare, Spenser, Wyatt,
Indian Donne, Herbert, Marvell,
Indian Pope, Dryden, Johnson,
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Why has God made you so beautiful?
I just ask on seeing her
Why has God so beautiful?
A girl never seen before,
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Your God-gifted face,
Golden hair,
Glistening face,
Lustrous eyes,
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Will life come to a close
As they keep saying about the heat wave and the cold wave
Taking their toll by turn,
The soaring temperature
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Who am I? , my God,
Where my home? ,
Who to say, my God?
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Have you abused God?
If not, abuse and say,
There is unbounded joy in abusing Him
Which but you know it not
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Ramkrishna Paramhamsa's disciple never wanted to be a poet,
But as a saint-singer
He would have sung
As the saints as wandering fellows
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God, God save You,
Beautiful Ukraine
From the rebels,
Save You
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My God, the blunder of being a poet,
You make me not a poet again, if this be,
Putting aside everything, see me, how mad am I
After becoming a poet,
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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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For a new bibi,
A new bibi,
I'm divorcing her,
Said he
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Thou hast made me,
Given this life of mine,
I know it,
Know it
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There is a pleasure in abusing God
And those who have not know it not,
Can feel it not
What pleasure lies it therein
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My God, You do not give tears
To anybody's face,
You do not, do not give
Tears to anybody's face.
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My God, make me,
Make me the John Dryden, Alexander Pope of India,
The husband of the Burquawalli, the Ghumtawalli, the Purdahwalli Bibi,
My God, make me,
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O Allah, Khuda,
My God,
What is it happening
In the name of religion and governance,
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God is faith,
Faith,
Belief,
Blind faith,
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They do not know it, but I know,
What pleasure is it
In abusing Thee, my God,
When Thou givest pains to me,
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They said it
God is faith,
Strong Faith,
Holy and full of belief
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God, save me, save me from the Indian English poets,
Save me, save me, God from
The Indian poets calling themselves great poets,
Poets and poetesses
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My Lord, it will be Your kindness
If make You me a poet
Of my native tongue
Then an English poet
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God has made you so beautiful,
So lovely and marvellous
Just like a golden dream
Saying good day,
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God, save me, save from my Bengali wife,
So self-centred, so selfish,
So narrow and parochial,
So anti-Hindi and linguistical,
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Those who had not to be Ph.D. guides too have become
As for their posting and placement
And I am still not
Instead of my works.
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The girl child is a gift from God,
Rare and priceless.
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God, Man and Nature holding dialogues
In Tagore’s Gitanjali,
Man the traveller
On the way of life
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God seems to be a nursery schoolmate of Tagore
In Gitanjali,
A classmate of his,
Going to the pathshala,
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God, my God,
May I confide in You to say,
Even if,
Even if they are not…
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My God, wherever are You,
Are You listening to me,
As here lie I on the hotline,
Reporting You, Your staff reporter perhaps,
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I had a desire of becoming a man since long,
But sorry to say,
I could not be
What I had wanted,
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God, if You had to make the world,
Why did You the tiger?

God, Your Plan of Things,
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My God, my sorrow, none but I myself only know it
And You too can understand it,
What to say about,
As they twitter it not,
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The Azerbaijani ans Armenian clashes,
Border skirmishes
At this time
Quite unwanted, unexpected
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What the communist Party of India(Marxist) is,
None but the High-up One,
God knows it,
How has it kept the press and the media censured,
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O, gentleman what do you think yourself?
Said he in rsponse to my question,
Wordsworth.
Hey, you Wordsworth
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When Nissim Ezekiel had been the editor of the Indian P.E.N.,
He asked me to send my poems to other journals
Instead of publishing,
When Jayanta Mahapatra used to select poems for the Sunday magazine
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To seek for the fragrant flower, smell and pluck
And to throw away not good at all.

Let the flower be in full fragrance
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I see the widows and feel about
The widows
With nothing to show interest,
The food habit, manners and dress material
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My God, let me,
Let me be a singer of the unknown citizen,
Living namelessly, dying namelessly;
My God! let me be a singer!
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O ambulance driver, where are you taking me away,
To which hospital,
Say you?
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They did not call me a poet
And I myself calling a poet myself.
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My love, I am going away,
Just you say it to me,
Goodbye,
Not at all tearfully.
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Blasphemy,
The fanatics and fundamentalists,
Fail to understand it
That it beacons
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You touched me, my heart and soul
when I saw you
smiling and talking with,
my God, I don't know
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