Bijay Kant Dubey God Poems

Mother, mother, my mother,
My lovely mother,
My simple mother.
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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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Poet, poet, poet, God, where are You,
Are you listening to me,
O, God,
My God,
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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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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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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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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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Who am I? , my God,
Where my home? ,
Who to say, my God?
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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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God, God save You,
Beautiful Ukraine
From the rebels,
Save You
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O God, how to lift
The dead body of the mother!
The skies have fallen over
And the burden of the load
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God, return me my purity of heart,
That chastity
Which I had in the beginning,
God, return me, return me,
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I saw you,
Just from a distance,
A beauty never seen before
And thanked God
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I saw her and said it to myself,
Wonderful,
Again, whispered I, wonderful,
Very, very wonderful
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God is great, God is great, isn't it?

But friend, is it a new thing that you are saying
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Am I here,
Just your God-gifted face.
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I think about your
God-gifted face
That God has given to you.
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III

Where art Thou, O my God!
I search Thee, I search Thee
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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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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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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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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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God, let it never happen that I cheat her,
I take her to my liking to
Desert and dump her one day
And if this happens,
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God, save me, save me from Indian English poets,
The Indian poets telling themselves English,
The English poets born in India,
Their parents spoke it not English
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God, first make me a man than anything else that like You to make me,
Make me a man first, God,
If want You to make me anything
And even if become I a man,
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Your God-gifted face, I have not forgotten it,
I still remember it
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God, I had asked You for a red rose
As my sweetheart
But gave You not.
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God, if find You any time to carve and chisel me out
Of clay,
Make me not a poet
Again
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Poets are coming
And on finding them approaching,
Let me run away
Taking my father's name
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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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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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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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