Masked Faces Talking/ The Bhaluwallah / The Tattoo Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Masked Faces Talking

I in the mask,
You in the mask
Talking from a distance,
Handshaking we it not,
Both of us masked.


The Bhaluwallah

We see them now not
Going with the black bears
Stringed by the nostrils.

They make grand houses
But live in them not
The masons and construction workers,
Labourers and wage-earners.

The Tattoo

The tongue unable
To click the name
Of the husband
She just showing
The name
Tattooed upon
The arm.