Bijay Kant Dubey Pink Poems

The astrologer a babaji,
An Indian babaji,
Dressed in red or red,
Dhoti and kurta
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When I saw her,
She seemed to be a pink blossom,
A rosy balsam
Looking so lovely
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The pink lotus
So beautifully blooming,
The bud flowering into
The pink lotus
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Over the marshy plot of land
Saw I so many flamingoes,
The flocks of flamingoes
With the wings painted pink,
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O Artist, will you,
Will you give me,
The statue,
The statue of Vinayaka,
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The small gipsy artisan girl
Going
With a pink statue of Ganesha
Into the hands of hers
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I saw them lying
Into the dry wet fields
By the railway line,
Colouring and discolouring
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Shakespeare, your mistress'eyes may not be,
But those of mine are lustrous,
The looks so beautiful and penetrating,
The cheeks appleyish,
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