Bijay Kant Dubey
A Gallery Of Portraits (Haikus) - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Whitman like Tennyson
Plucking the leaves of grass
And singing with the wind passing over.
A Nature poet
Growing in the lap, midst of,
Full of amazing and baffling things.
The rebel poet and the revolutionary
In spirit, the idealist
Revolting and rebellious from his within.
A poet of beauty
Which is truth, goodness
Giving joy forever.
Weird Coleridge of the three witches
Christabel and Kubla Khan.
Walter de la Mare of Martha
Telling her stories
In the hazel glen.
Ted Hughes of human wrath and violence,
Shoot and kill,
So hard-hearted and ruthless.
An orphan boy telling
The story of his life
In an autobiographical vein.
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