Bijay Kant Dubey Lips Poems

The Red, Red Lips

The red, red lips
With the sweet words
And a face
Powdered, creamed,

Her Cheeks Are Appleyish, The Lips Pink, The Eyes Lustrous

Shakespeare, your mistress'eyes may not be,
But those of mine are lustrous,
The looks so beautiful and penetrating,
The cheeks appleyish,

The Modern Poet With A Cigarette On The Lips

I smoking a cigar
And verses coming to me
Just as the trail of smokes.

I Am A Painter Of Her Lips

I am a painter of her lips,
Red-red, pink-pink,
Looking lovely.

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