Few Small Poems Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Poor India's Poor Daughter

Poor India's
Poor daughter,
When will she be married
Troubling the parents?

How To Be A Man Most Important?

What it in gender, race and ethnicity?
Leave you the talks of,
Think of how to be a man?

My Shadow

Wherever I go, it follows me,
My shadow,
Leaving me not behind
To be alone,
But I fear it too.

A Statue

A little Krishna
With the flute
Playing the music
And my mind transported
To the banks of the Yamuna
And the kadamba trees.

The Butterfly

The velvety butterfly
Bluish-bluish
With the white dotted round prints
On its dark blue speckled, freckled colour wings
Shining beautifully.

The Trains

Whistling,
Coming
And going,
I don't see them now,
Coming,
Slowing down
And again starting for
Chugging,
Gathering speed.